Wolfless, Unbroken Abandoned novel Chapter 2

reston’s Perspective

“Stay away from me!”

From my perch atop the surveillance tower at the Pack House, I gazed out over the shadowed borders of the Dark Spike Pack. The Silent Forest sprawled beneath me like a waiting trap.

Time slipped away, lost in the distance as I watched her—the woman fighting for her life—strike back at the Rogues closing in around her.

Despite her small frame, she battled like a cornered tigress, every move sharp and fierce.

No Rogue breached her defenses.

She was the Alpha’s daughter. She fought for her honor with every breath.

One by one, the Rogues fell, knocked out by her desperate claws and teeth.

“Alpha Preston, as you ordered, I brought Georgia to the Silent Forest,” Beta Derek said quietly, stepping beside me.

He and I watched the grim tableau unfolding in the distance.

“The Alpha of the Silver Stream Pack wishes to speak with you.”

I lifted my glass, swirling the amber liquid inside, eyes drifting away from Georgia for a moment.

“Tell the Alpha of the Silver Stream Pack this—he must decide. Georgia or his pack. If he wants his pack whole, Georgia leaves.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

“Cancel her degree at the werewolf university,” I added, voice cold. “She won’t get a decent job in human society. She’ll have only a high school diploma.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

“And,” I lowered my gaze to the glass in my hand, “send her to werewolf prison.”

Derek blinked, stunned. “Alpha Preston?”

“She killed our girl. She deserves three years behind bars. Beta Derek, do you disagree?”

I was resolute. Georgia had no claim to be my Luna—not after what she’d done. Though the proof was slim, I believed she was Giselle’s murderer.

No matter how my wolf cried out to spare his mate, justice had to be served.

“No, Alpha Preston. You’re right. Thank you,” Derek said softly, tears welling in his red eyes. “Without you, Georgia wouldn’t be punished for what she did to Giselle. She belongs to another pack. There’s little I can do.”

My eyes returned to the window.

Georgia’s strength drained visibly; her body swayed as the Rogues closed in again.

One seized her hand. Another crept behind her.

A suffocating rage built inside me. My wolf howled in fury, desperate to claim control and protect her.

“Save her! She’s our mate!” The howl echoed in my mind, sharp and insistent.

But as her legs were pried apart by two Rogues, my expression darkened.

I drained the last of the liquor and turned to Derek.

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