"Moonfall," she greeted him politely, wiping tears that were blinding her eyes. The caller kept quiet and she could hear some noises in the background. She became very angry.
"Emma," a voice whispered from the other end of the communication device.
"Who the hell are you," she yelled angrily.
"Brandon Oliv…."
"I have told you several times that you are messing with the wrong number. One more useless call from you, I will restrict your number," she quickly ended the call and tossed the communication device aside. She sat on the bed and continued weeping.
Life within the pack was full of competition and she needed a professional path to command authority among wolves. She wanted to impact the pack and set herself apart from wolves who looked down on her. It seemed the word 'outcast' was formed the day she was born. It looked as though she would never amount to anything in the Alpha Realm.
"Emma, I want to see you …. Brandon Oliver."
