The early summer sun kissed the sprawling grounds of the Alpha mansion, a gentle warmth belying the chill that often settled in Evelyn’s heart. Fairy lights, remnants of the annual Moon Conference, still clung to the ancient trees, their shimmer a faint echo of the celebration. Evelyn, perched precariously on a ladder, reached for a stubborn strand, the scent of fresh cut grass and leftover pastries filling the air.

Candice, a kind-faced omega, bustled nearby, her voice laced with gentle concern. "Luna, be careful. Let me do that."

Evelyn offered a soft smile, adjusting her grip. "I’m fine, Candice. You could help by packing some of that food up? Maybe the night watch would like some food this morning as they missed out last night?"

It was a familiar dance. Evelyn, the Alpha King’s wife, but not his marked Luna, constantly seeking to prove her worth through diligence and kindness. She found solace in the pack’s respect, a stark contrast to the emotional void left by her husband, Reuben. Then, the air shifted, a familiar, intoxicating scent washing over her, making her wolf stir. Reuben was here.