Hearing some commotion, Ramona would raise a brow as she watched a terrified Alex scatter for dear life.
She would frown “The hell’s wrong with that wolf?” she would ask. Maybe he had tried to woo another wolf’s mate? Technically, he wasn’t her people as he was of Harvestmoon Clan. It was an odd situation, being apart of the Five Clans. Technically, she was an alpha living with other subordinates 24/7, and they all now technically answered to any of the Five Alphas— but they were still not her blood. In fact, this arrangement was most odd, but it was the only way to ensure survival. She’d be damned if Bloodmoon were the next clan to be lost to time.
1