The Wolf in White
She returned in the dead of night.
No howl marked her crossing. No sound betrayed her presence. She was smoke and silence, a shadow moving through a land that had once called her name in fear and reverence. Now it barely remembered her.
That was fine.
Ghosts didn't need introductions.
The camp had grown. More guards. New warriors. Vanya's influence was everywhere, fresh banners, restructured patrols, polished weapons. But security bred complacency. Routine made people lazy.
Liora watched for three days before striking.
She followed Vanya on her walks to the forest edge. Tracked her movements, her guards, her schedule. She knew the scent of the woman's perfume, the tone of her voice when she laughed with Gonzalo. It wasn't hard to mimic it.
The hard part was not killing her sooner.
But this wasn't about blood.
It was about message.
It was about pain.
Vanya died on a moonless night.
A single cut. Silent. Clean.
Liora left the body in the ceremonial den, dressed in white, surrounded by roses. The dagger had done its work, leaving no visible wound, only a heart that refused to beat.
She didn't kill the child.
Not yet.
The little girl, barely four, slept in a chamber nearby curled beneath silk, the daughter of the Alpha and the Queen. Liora stood over her crib for a long moment, watching her breathe.
The child had Vanya's lips and Gonzalo's eyes.
"Innocent for now," Liora whispered. "But blood carries memory."
She turned and vanished into the dark.
She slipped a tuft of fur into the quarters of Adrian, the Beta.
Alongside it: one of Vanya's earrings and a single strand of Liora's old battle braid.
The chaos that followed was exactly as she hoped.
Gonzalo didn't weep.
He raged.
His wrath shook the camp for days. Wolves dragged Adrian in chains before the fire. He denied it, swore innocence, begged Gonzalo to see reason.
But the Alpha saw what he wanted to see.
"You always envied her," Gonzalo spat. "You always hated what she brought to this pack."
"I was loyal! I fought beside you!"
"And now you'll bleed for your betrayal."
Liora watched from the trees.
Adrian's execution was public. Quick. Brutal.
His blood stained the soil.
His last words were, "She's still here."
No one listened.
The child cried for days.
Liora could hear her from the trees.
"Mama's gone," she whispered to herself. "Where's mama?"
The nurses tried to soothe her. Gonzalo never did. He let the girl cry.
He drowned his grief in wine and silence.
Liora let the grief settle.
Let the fear rot its way into the bones of the pack.
Then she returned.
Not through stealth, but invitation.
She walked straight into the borderlands and allowed herself to be seen. She collapsed just past the river, pale and shivering, wounded in places she had carved herself.
They brought her in.
She made sure of it.
Gonzalo stood over her bed when she woke.
His eyes were tired. Shadowed.
"Liora."
"I didn't know where else to go," she whispered.
"You're alive."
"Barely."
"You left. You didn't say anything."
"You banished me."
He looked away.
"Things are... broken."
"You lost her."
"Yes."
"And Adrian."
"He betrayed us."
Liora turned her head. Her voice cracked.
"I'm sorry."
"I never should have cast you out."
"Then why did you?"
"Because I was afraid of you."
She blinked.
"Afraid?"
"Of how much you meant. Of how much I needed you."
"You used me."
"I needed you. I still do."
She closed her eyes, forcing a tear down her cheek.
"Then say it."
"I was wrong. I was blind. Come back."
"And Vanya?"
"Gone."
"And your promises?"
He dropped to one knee.
"Let me make them again. And keep them."
The second ceremony was quieter than the first.
There was no Vanya. No doubters. No war drums.
Only the Alpha, the once-exiled wolf, and the dagger hidden in white silk beneath her sleeve.
Even the child was present.
She sat in the front, watching silently, small hands wrapped around a carved wolf doll.
Liora's smile didn't touch her eyes when she looked at the girl.
"One day," she thought, "you'll understand why wolves wear white before the kill."
Gonzalo took her hand.
"You've always been mine."
"And you've always been a fool."
He smiled, not understanding.
She smiled back, hiding her teeth.
Everything had gone exactly as planned.