Chapter 5: Depressed
The White Stone Pack had not been quiet since that night.
Rumors spread like wildfire, whispered in hushed voices in the halls, in the training grounds, in the marketplace. Some spoke in pity, some in mockery, and others in frustration at the wasted opportunity.
The rare omega of the White Stone Pack had finally been claimed.
And then, she had been left behind.
No one knew why. No one understood.
But the truth was undeniable—Lenora Maen’s mate had abandoned her.
The pack’s whispers reached every corner, from the lowest-ranked wolves to the ruling family itself. Her uncle was furious. Enraged beyond reason. The mate bond had been the perfect opportunity to marry her off, to use her as a tool for securing power. Now, she was ruined, useless to him. His perfect pawn had been taken from his grasp before he could make his move.
And Frederick—he was seething.
He had always believed Lenora would be his. Even if he couldn’t claim her as her true mate, he had been so certain that one day, she would belong to him.
Now, she belonged to no one.
And she was wasting away.
Eamon Maen had seen many things in his years as the former heir of the White Stone Pack. He had seen bloodshed, betrayal, the rise and fall of countless wolves. He had seen war.