Chapter 82

• Chantel hung around the edge of the human world and the Werewolf Forest after getting kicked out, in a lonely spot where rogues tended to gather. She was a shadow of her former self.
• Her clothes were simple and ragged, her hair a tangled mess, and her skin looked ghostly pale. Even her once captivating eyes had lost their spark, looking worn down as if life had taken its toll on her over and over again.
• But it wasn’t always like this for Chantel. She used to be the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, a master at hiding her true self.