Chapter 2(Aeria)

The moment she saw the male standing in front of her, she knew she had found what she was looking for. A strong male who could form a pack of his own, a male that could give her the success she wanted. "Greetings," she said, her voice tight with pain. "I am Aeria, the sole survivor of the Lightrose Pack." She held her hind paw, bitten by a werewolf, painfully off the ground.

The male bowed his head. "I am Cruor of the Nightstone Pack. My Pack, too, is gone." So this male was from Nightstone. They were allies before. Before the Nightstone Pack turned to join the Darkseeker alliance, while the Lightrose stayed with the Lightbringers. Even better. The Nightstone Pack was a strong one, nearly matching the strength of the Lightrose Pack.

Aeria slowly lowered herself onto her side, barely reining in a growl of pain. She started to lick her bloodied hind paw, wincing.

Cruor leaned down, telling her he would help her and padding away. Aeria watched as the ferns swayed after he disturbed them. Yes, this male would get her what she wanted.

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Cruor returned not long after. He gently applied something to her wound and wrapping a piece of cobweb around it, just like the Iotas would do. Eventually the pain dulled to a throb, though pain would shoot through her leg if she tried to move it.

Aeria gave Cruor a grateful stare. "Thank you."

Cruor grinned at her, yellow eyes gleaming. "No problem." He laid down next to her, his body heat warming her. She leaned her head back against his chest. He ran his tongue over her ears as she fell into a light slumber.

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