At this point Olivia had tears flowing down her chin. "I'm sorry mom, I promise I'll get stronger, I'll do as you say so, please stay with me." Olivia whispered taking her mothers hand to her face so it was cupping her face. Her mother gave a weak smile then looked right in her eyes.

"I love you my baby girl. My time on this land is coming to an end. But remember Ill be watching over you." she said slowly taking short breaths in-between every word she said. Her voice now barely above whisper, she said, "I love you Teddy. I always have. I always will. Ill wait for you on the other side..." turning her head to where her mate was fighting rouges who was still unaware of the situation.

She knew that he will hear her. She took one last breath and went limp, her hand on Olivias face fell to her side as she closed her eyes. Teddy knew that his mate was hurt but he could not get off of the rouges to get to his mate.

Until he felt her gone. The pain of losing a mate was so unbearable that he lost focus for a while and that was all that rouges needed. They took this chance to slash a silver knife across his chest.

He growled in pain of both losing his mate and the freshly opened skin on his chest. Without a warning another pulled a knife and stabbed it on his heart, slowly falling to the ground with a loud thud and a growl. But that did not seem to stop the rouges from attacking.

Olivia looked in the direction of her father to see him fall to the ground as she screamed "Noooo" from her lungs, making everyone stop to see what was going on.

Time seemed to have stopped for Olivia, as she looked at both her parents laying on the ground. She knew that both her parents had left her. If only she was stronger, Olivia thought. If only she had more power, she would have protected them, if only...

Then an aura so strong radiated from her. The air around her howled like never before. Her midnight black hair, turned silver and danced with the wind and her eyes glowed white. The small girls body radiated so much power. All the werewolves there, be it pack warrior or rouges, could smell her power and dominance. Above all the anger and sorrow from the tiny little girl, crouched by her mothers now limp body.

When she raised her head high enough, they saw her glowing silver white eyes that made everyone shudder in fear. She gave a deadly look, her face void of emotions of a little girl who just lost both her parents.

Before anyone could move, Olivia tore the rouges chest and pulled their hearts one by one in what seemed like a glimpse. No one was able to keep up with what she was doing until she stood by the last rouge. She pulled the heart of him and his body slowly tilted sideways and fell to the ground with a thud. Everyone was so shocked; it was only seconds before that she was crouching with her dead mother in her arm.

But now, she resembled a goddess of death, her grip unyielding as she crushed the rogue's heart until it burst, blood splattering in all directions. Olivia appeared unhinged, her small frame drenched in gore, her silver-white hair and eyes a fierce testament to her unleashed power. Her visage bore the imprint of rage, and she emanated an aura that struck fear into the hearts of all who beheld her.

The might she held within her petite form compelled every pack member to kneel in submission, their faces a mix of awe and trepidation.

"Alpha," the voices boomed, acknowledging her newfound authority and might. The word echoed through the air, resonating with a gravity that signified a transformation, a shift in the pack's hierarchy and destiny. Olivia, once a child, had become something beyond, a force to be reckoned with. The destiny her mother spoke of was manifesting, and she stood at the precipice of a fate that would reshape the werewolf world.

6 years later

Olivia and her steadfast warriors, Elizabeth and Aurora, patiently waited in a dimly lit bar within a small village somewhere in the northern regions of America. The clock on the plastered wall seemed to tick agonizingly slow—five more minutes until the arrival of their fourth warrior, who bore crucial news.

Haunted by the memories of a vicious rogue attack on her pack when she was just eleven years old, Olivia was on an unyielding quest to locate the pack responsible and unearth their motivations for the heinous assault. She yearned to understand their reasons before deciding how they should be punished. The fury and hatred burned within her, but she was determined not to succumb to a mindless rage. Her mother's wisdom echoed in her thoughts, a guiding beacon reminding her to choose the path of righteousness, even in the face of such wickedness. Despite the murderers claiming the lives of her parents, she remained resolute in her quest for the truth.

After the funeral for her parents and the brave souls who had fallen alongside them, Olivia wasted no time. She dispatched skilled trackers to hunt down the rogue culprits, hoping to find answers and justice. Ashton, one of the trackers, had made a crucial breakthrough about a year ago, pinpointing a lead to the rogue group that had attacked their pack. However, the rogues chose death over revealing their motives, leaving many questions unanswered.

Since the age of twelve, when she first transformed into a werewolf, Olivia had tirelessly pursued these elusive rogues. Yet, luck remained elusive. In her pursuit, she had temporarily entrusted the duties of leading the pack to her capable beta, Ash, and her gamma, Liam, both of whom she trusted implicitly. However, her authority was uncompromising, and her demeanor had grown cold and ruthless since the rogue attack. She had not shown a smile, her heart weighed down by the tragedy that had befallen her pack.

The bar's door swung open, and in walked three brothers—Samuel, Tommy, and Elijah—a trio of striking, muscular figures with brown hair and intense brown eyes that seemed almost black. Heads turned as they strolled through the bar, capturing the attention of the ladies present. Envy flickered in the eyes of some, unable to hide their jealousy.

Olivia instantly connected with their minds, her message direct and urgent, "Spill." Her gaze was fierce, demanding information.

"Alpha," Elijah responded through their mental link, "we've scoured the nearby packs thoroughly, but unfortunately, we've found no clues." He shook his head in disappointment.

A low growl rumbled from Olivia, but she held her anger in check, contemplating their next move.

"Elizabeth, Aurora," she addressed her loyal warriors, "return to the pack. Inform Ash that I'll be delayed. If there's any news, instruct him to contact Elijah, Tommy, or Samuel. Leave tonight."

Then, turning her attention to the three brothers, she continued, "The three of you head further north. Look for any leads—"

"Alpha, we can't leave you alone," Tommy interjected, causing Olivia's eyes to darken dangerously, her face stern, and a threatening growl escaped her lips.

"Never-Ever-Interrupt-Me-AGAIN!" Her unspoken words sent a chilling message, a stark reminder of her authority and the consequences of defiance.

Olivia's posture conveyed an unwavering authority as her back bent, leaning forward towards where Tommy was seated. Her elbows rested on her knees, fingers tightly clasped, knuckles white with intensity. The atmosphere was charged with dominance, perceptible enough for the humans in the vicinity to sense a powerful presence. It prompted them to avert their eyes, lowering their heads in deference.

"If you don't find any clues, even after a month, then head back home," Olivia commanded firmly. "I'm going to continue searching a little more before I return."

With that, she dismissed everyone, her determined gaze unwavering. The weight of her purpose and her desire for justice bore down upon her, and she was resolute in her mission to find the truth and avenge her parents.

Olivia's heartache and determination cast a long shadow over her path. As the last of her warriors left the dimly lit bar, she felt a profound sense of solitude. Her journey was a lonely one, a quest for answers that had consumed her life since childhood. Her thoughts turned to her parents and the pain that still gnawed at her, like a wound that refused to heal.

With the three brothers dispatched to continue the search in the northern regions, Olivia turned her attention to the map spread out on the bar's table. It was littered with markers, each representing a potential lead, yet none had brought her any closer to the rogues responsible for the attack on her pack.

She knew her pursuit was relentless, bordering on obsession, but she couldn't allow herself to rest until she found the truth. Her mother's voice, wise and soothing, echoed in her mind, urging her to remain steadfast and to choose a path of righteousness even in the face of evil. Olivia had inherited her mother's strength and convictions, and she was determined to honor her memory by uncovering the rogues' motivations.

The bar's patrons discreetly observed the lone Alpha, recognizing the aura of authority that surrounded her. Humans sensed something different about her, an energy that set her apart from ordinary people. Some whispered about the mysterious woman in the corner, speculating on her story and her formidable presence.

Time ticked by slowly, and Olivia's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. She considered every lead, every piece of information she had gathered over the years, and every possible avenue to uncover the rogues' secrets. The path to justice was fraught with uncertainty, but Olivia remained unyielding.

Her connection to her pack was strong, the bond with her loyal beta, Ash, and her gamma, Liam, unwavering. She knew they were capable leaders, and she trusted them implicitly to manage the pack in her absence. It was a testament to the strength of their pack that they could continue to thrive despite the heavy burden of their Alpha's relentless pursuit.

As she contemplated her next move, Olivia's mind once again reached out to the three brothers. She needed to stay updated on their progress, to ensure they were safe, and to receive any potential leads they might uncover. The mental link was a powerful tool, a testament to their unity as a pack.

"Elijah, Tommy, Samuel," Olivia spoke through the mind link, her voice firm and unwavering, "remain vigilant and stay safe. I trust your skills and your instincts. Contact me immediately if you find any leads, no matter how small."

Their simultaneous acknowledgment echoed in her mind, and she knew they understood the importance of their mission. The bond between an Alpha and her warriors was unbreakable, forged through trust, loyalty, and shared purpose.

With the message sent, Olivia returned her attention to the map, her determination unwavering. The path to justice was a long and treacherous one, but she was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. The memory of her parents and the legacy of her pack fueled her relentless pursuit, guiding her on her quest for answers and vengeance.

In the dimly lit bar of a small village in the northern regions of America, Olivia's journey continued, and her unwavering resolve blazed like a beacon of hope and determination, casting aside the darkness that had plagued her since childhood.

Olivia sat alone at the dimly lit bar, her gaze seemingly lost in the distance. The men in the establishment couldn't help but be captivated by the striking dark-haired girl nestled in the corner. Her presence was magnetic, drawing every eye in her direction. Her long, straight hair cascaded flawlessly down to just above her hips, framing her porcelain skin and accentuating her full, crimson lips. However, it was her dark, enigmatic eyes that held a universe of emotions, making her irresistibly mysterious. Even when concealed behind her enigmatic gaze, an unspoken power surrounded her, radiating an undeniable dominance that deterred anyone from approaching her.

As the evening waned and the bar's patrons grew increasingly rowdy, Olivia decided she had spent enough time in this place. With a swift and graceful motion, she rose to her feet and slid her backpack over one shoulder, making her way with purpose across the crowded room towards the exit. The men's admiring eyes followed her every move until she closed the heavy wooden door behind her, the raucous noise of the bar now muffled by the thick walls.

Stepping outside, she was greeted by a sweet scent that seemed to infuse the air. Intrigued, she scanned her surroundings and soon spotted a sleek white car driving past, carrying the captivating aroma she couldn't ignore. It was a scent unlike any other, one that spoke to something deep within her.

Without a second thought, Olivia began to run, maintaining a close but inconspicuous distance from the car. After what felt like hours of chasing, the car took a right turn, entering a territory feared by many in the supernatural world. This was the territory of the Blue Blood pack, known for ruling the entirety of North America. Their Alpha was renowned as the most dominant and powerful in the region. However, Elizabeth and Aurora, Olivia's closest confidantes, had confirmed that the Blue Blood Alpha had no involvement in the rogue attack that had torn her family apart six years ago. In fact, he detested rogues, punishing them on sight if they dared to enter his territory.

The intoxicating scent she now followed was undoubtedly that of her mate, sparking a low growl of annoyance within Olivia. She grappled with the decision of whether to pursue her mate or not throughout the night. She knew that revealing her connection to the Red Healer pack, and her status as its Alpha, could complicate matters, especially when it involved the enigmatic Blue Blood Alpha. No one had seen her face, as she had been immersed in her quest to find her parents' killer, always masked in shadows. All Alpha meetings were attended by her trusted lieutenants, Ash and Liam, and her true identity remained concealed.

Olivia's reputation preceded her—tales of her courageous stand against the rogues at a tender age and her subsequent rise to Alpha status had spread far and wide. The aftermath of the war and her unforgiving demeanor further cemented her image as the cruelest Alpha, a relentless hunter of rogues. Back when her parents were alive, her identity had been a closely guarded secret within the pack. Few knew of their existence, and they had deliberately kept it that way to ensure her safety until she could fend for herself. Now, Olivia cared little about maintaining that secrecy. The world beyond her pack held little importance in her eyes.

As the sun began to rise and cast a soft glow on the horizon, Olivia made a firm decision to venture into Blue Blood territory to find her mate and bring him back home. She opened her backpack and sprayed herself with a scent to resemble a rogue. It was a risky move, but she saw no other option. Concealing her identity was paramount, and for the time being, appearing as a rogue served that purpose.

Olivia knew she would be attacked on sight; however, at this moment, being perceived as a rogue might prevent additional explanations. She was prepared to face the hostility that awaited her. "I'll be taking longer to return, so take care of the pack until then. Don't attempt to contact me. I'll be occupied and will return in about a month's time," she communicated to Ash through their mind-link, swiftly blocking any response. Her trusted Beta would be left in charge during her absence.

Understanding the risks of attempting to contact her within her territory, Olivia avoided mind-linking anyone from her pack. Rogues operated individually, without organized communication, and she needed to blend in seamlessly. With her scent concealed and determination in her heart, she set forth toward the Blue Blood territory, fully aware that the vigilant wolves patrolling the pack's borders would soon catch her scent. Her resolve remained unshaken as she prepared for the challenges that lay ahead.

As the miles passed beneath her feet, Olivia couldn't help but think of the mate she was chasing. The bond they shared was an unbreakable link, one that transcended time and distance. She had felt his presence, his pain, and his longing for years. It had been a tormenting sensation, a constant reminder that she had a missing piece in her life, a puzzle yet to be completed. It had been a promise of a future she had longed for.

The Blue Blood Alpha was a legend in the supernatural world. His power was unmatched, his pack unrivaled in strength and loyalty. But Olivia knew, from the stories whispered in the darkest corners of the supernatural community, that he had a tragic past. A past that had scarred him, that had shaped him into the dominant leader he had become.

She couldn't help but wonder how their meeting would unfold. Would he recognize her as his mate? Would he accept her, a rogue, into his pack? The questions swirled in her mind, but she pushed them aside. She had to find him first, make contact, and then the rest would follow.

The Blue Blood territory was like no other. It was a sprawling expanse of untamed wilderness, shrouded in an air of mystique. Ancient trees loomed overhead, their branches casting long, eerie shadows. The scent of the forest was thick with the power of the pack, a reminder of who ruled this land.

Olivia moved with stealth, her senses finely tuned to any sign of danger. She knew she was being watched, that the pack was aware of her presence. The tension in the air was palpable, a silent warning to intruders.

As she ventured deeper into the territory, the forest grew denser, and the sounds of nature enveloped her. The howls of distant wolves echoed through the trees, a haunting chorus that sent shivers down her spine. She felt a strange mix of fear and anticipation, knowing that she was about to step into the heart of the Blue Blood pack.

In the distance, she spotted a group of wolves, their eyes fixed on her with a mixture of curiosity and hostility. She knew she had to approach with caution, to prove that she meant no harm. With each step, she pushed down the apprehension that threatened to consume her. She couldn't let fear get the better of her, not now.

As she drew closer, the wolves remained still, their gazes unwavering. It was clear that they were assessing her, judging her every move. Olivia stopped a few feet away, her body language conveying submission. She had to make the first move, extend the olive branch.

"I come in peace," she said in a voice that was steady and unwavering. "