It was rare for my mate Alexander to take time off from his warrior duties, so I planned a family trip to the Northern Territories.
As the pack’s chief healer, I could easily afford it. My private practice brought in $50,000 monthly. Alexander’s warrior salary barely reached $3,000.
I spent six months choosing the safest routes and negotiating passage rights with other packs.
The Northern Territories were notorious for being hostile to outside wolves. Each territory required separate permits, some charging up to $10,000 just for safe passage.
Everyone else in the family just stood back while I handled everything – the territory permits, the safe houses, the hunting grounds, even the medical supplies we’d need.
Alexander’s parents lived in our villa’s guest wing. They survived entirely on my income since retiring from pack duties.
His teenage sister Emma had been my responsibility since she was ten.
I didn’t mind supporting them all. Seeing the family happy was worth any effort.
My therapy practice was thriving. Wolves from all territories sought my services, especially for mate bond counseling.
Getting safe passage through other territories was tricky, so I secured our permits early.
When Emma mentioned she’d never traveled with a protected convoy before, I dipped into my savings to upgrade our entire family’s travel arrangements. The extra $15,000 was worth it for their safety.
Then, just before departure, Alexander dropped his bombshell: “Victoria heard about our trip and wants to join. The protected convoy is full now, so you’ll have to go through the Shadow Pack’s territory alone. I’ve already arranged your passage permit.”
He sent me the travel document through our pack link.
My blood ran cold when I saw the route – it went straight through the most dangerous part of Shadow Pack territory. Three wolves had been killed there just last month.
“What do you mean? This is supposed to be a family trip, and you’re inviting Victoria?”
“Of course. Victoria wanted to come, so naturally I had to include her.”
My wolf stirred angrily beneath my skin. “When my mother wanted to join us last week, what did you say? You said this was a pack-only trip, no outsiders. But the moment Victoria asks, you jump to accommodate her?”
“Victoria isn’t like your mother. She’s practically pack – more than pack. In my heart, she’s always been family.”
I felt my claws threatening to emerge. “Then why am I the one who has to travel alone? Those convoy spots were secured months ago.”
