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Chapter 45
Thalia's POV
I spent the rest of the afternoon in a daze.
My hands did the work at Miller's—stacking, sorting, helping customers—but my mind was somewhere else. Thinking about Elena. About the challenge. About what it meant to actually fight back.
Miller noticed but didn't say anything. He just kept giving me simple tasks that didn't require much thought.
When closing time came, he stopped me at the door.
"Whatever you're dealing with," he said, "I hope it works out."
"Thanks," I said. "Me too."
I went straight to Ruth's inn. Elena was already there, sitting at a table in the back corner with papers spread out in front of her.
Ruth brought me tea without asking. "You eaten today?"
I tried to remember. "I had breakfast."
"That's not enough," Ruth said. She disappeared into the kitchen and came back with bread and soup. "Eat. Then talk."
I ate while Elena organized her papers. The soup was good. Warm. It helped settle the nervous energy in my stomach.
When I finished, Elena pulled out a clean sheet of paper and a pen.
"Alright," she said. "I need you to tell me everything. Start from the beginning. What led to your exile?"
I took a breath and started talking.
I told her about Shelly. About the confrontation. About how Varian had taken Shelly's side without question. About the cell and the demand for an apology I wouldn't give.
Elena took notes while I spoke. She didn't interrupt or judge. Just listened and wrote.
"And when he exiled you," Elena said, "what were his exact words?"
I tried to remember. "He said I was to leave the pack. No title, no protection, no claim to pack territory. That I wasn't to return. Ever."
"Who else was present?"
"Shelly. A guard. My mother was outside when I left."
Elena wrote that down. "Did anyone object? Try to defend you?"
"My mother tried earlier," I said. "But not in that moment. No one spoke against him."
"And after you left, did you receive any communication from the pack? Any attempt to bring you back?"
"No," I said. "Nothing until now."
Elena nodded, still writing. "And you've been in Greystone for how long?"
"Almost a month."
"Have you taken any actions that would indicate you consider yourself independent? Started work, established residence, things like that?"
"I work for Miller. I rent a cottage from the Peters family. I buy my own food and supplies." I paused. "I've been trying to build a life here."
"Good," Elena said. "That helps establish independence." She looked up from her notes. "Now I need to ask you something difficult. Is there any part of you that wants to go back to Varian's pack?"
"No," I said immediately.
"You're certain?"
"Completely."
Elena studied me for a moment, then nodded. "I had to ask. If there was any ambiguity about your intentions, it would weaken the case."
She spent the next hour asking more detailed questions. About pack structure. About Varian's leadership style. About whether I'd signed any formal agreements or made any oaths that might complicate things.
By the time she finished, my head was spinning.
"That's enough for tonight," Elena said, setting down her pen. "I'll draft the formal challenge tonight and file it first thing tomorrow morning."
"How long until we hear back?" I asked.
"A week, maybe two," Elena said. "The council has to review the claim and assign an arbiter. Then they'll schedule a hearing."
"And in the meantime?"
"In the meantime, you live your life," Elena said. "The filing itself provides some protection. Varian would be foolish to make a move while there's an active legal challenge."
"But he might anyway," I said.
"He might," Elena admitted. "But it would cost him. Other packs would see it as disrespecting neutral law. That matters more than you might think."
After Elena left to work on the paperwork, I sat with Ruth.
"You did the right thing," Ruth said.
"I don't know if I did anything right," I said. "I just picked the option that felt less wrong."
"That's all any of us can do sometimes," Ruth said. She refilled my tea. "You scared?"
"Terrified," I admitted.
"Good," Ruth said. "Means you're taking this seriously. But don't let the fear control you. You've got people on your side now. That counts for something."
I went home after that. The cottage felt quiet and empty.
I lit a fire and sat in front of it, watching the flames. Cyrus's card was still in my pocket. I pulled it out and looked at it.
The easy answer. The safe answer.
Join his pack. Accept his protection. Let someone else handle the complicated parts.
But then what? Live under another Alpha's rules? Owe him for the safety he provided? Never really be free?
I walked to the fireplace and held the card over the flames.
This time, I let it go.
The card caught fire quickly. It curled and blackened and turned to ash.
I felt lighter somehow. Like I'd made a real choice instead of just delaying one.
I slept better that night than I had in days.
The next morning, I went to work like normal. Miller was restocking shelves when I arrived.
"Morning," he said.
"Morning," I replied.
We worked in comfortable silence for a while. Then Miller spoke up.
"Margaret told me you're fighting Varian's claim. Legally."
"Yeah," I said. "A lawyer's helping me."
Miller nodded slowly. "That takes guts."
"Or stupidity," I said. "I'm not sure which yet."
"Either way," Miller said, "you should know that people here support you. We don't like Alphas coming into our town making demands."
"Thanks," I said quietly.
Around midday, a messenger came to the store. Young kid, maybe fifteen. He handed me a sealed envelope.
"For Thalia," he said. "From the regional council."
My hands shook as I opened it.
Inside was a single sheet of paper. Official looking, with stamps and signatures.
Notice of Legal Challenge Filed. Case Number 2847. Claimant: Alpha Varian Blackwood. Respondent: Thalia Winters. Arbiter to be assigned within fourteen days. All parties are required to respect neutral territory laws during the review period. Any violation will result in immediate sanction.
I read it three times.
"What is it?" Miller asked.
"It's real," I said. "The challenge is officially filed."
Miller smiled. "Good."
I folded the paper carefully and put it in my pocket.
For the next few days, nothing happened.
I worked. I went home. I waited.
Elena stopped by once to check in. She said everything was proceeding normally. The council was reviewing the case and would assign an arbiter soon.
"How are you holding up?" she asked.
"Okay," I said. "Better than I expected."
"Good," Elena said. "Stay alert, but don't let the waiting consume you."
Easier said than done. But I tried.
On the fifth day after filing the challenge, something changed.
I was closing up at Miller's when I saw them.
Two wolves standing at the edge of town. Just watching.
They weren't from Clearwater Pack. The colors were wrong.
They were from Varian's pack.
My heart started racing.
Miller saw them too. "That's not good."
"No," I agreed. "It's not."
The wolves didn't approach. They just stood there. Watching.
Making sure I knew they were there.
I locked up quickly and walked home. The wolves didn't follow, but I could feel their eyes on me the whole way.
Inside the cottage, I locked every door and window.
Then I sat at the table and tried to stay calm.
They were here. Varian had sent them.
But they hadn't tried to take me. Not yet.
Maybe the legal challenge was working. Maybe they were waiting to see what the council decided.
Or maybe they were just waiting for the right moment.
I didn't sleep that night. I sat by the window with a knife from the kitchen, watching the street.
The wolves were still there. Just visible in the shadows.
Waiting.
Just like me.