Chapter 202
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My heart pounded in my chest, a frantic drum against my ribs.
Her face, usually so sharp and calculating, was ashen.
She’d twisted my casually mentioned design elements into a grotesque parody, a monstrous mockery of my work.
Her wolf snailed internally, the scent of fear and desperation was thick in the air, a stark contrast to her usual confident pheromones.
This wasn’t just a bad design; it was an abomination, visually jarring and utterly unbearable.
She knew, deep down, that this wouldn’t fly. Her desperate attempt at an explanation fell flat, like a pup stumbling on its paws.
“L… I thought these elements represented the Sunstone Pack!” she stammered, her voice trembling.
“There are sun–drenched meadows, swift river sprites, and the shimmering peaks of the Sunstone Mountains! Why can I not use them, when
do?!”
you
The feeble excuse hung in the air, as thin and weak as a new moon’s light.
The Howlnet fell silent for a moment, the usual cacophony replaced by the stunned hush of disbelief. My earlier sketches, shared casually on my comms–slate, weren’t intended as part of the formal design.
I’d playfully scrawled, “I’ll weave a bit of moon magic; these elements will appear next door!” Initially, no one believed me; but then, it happened.
The Howlnet erupted.
“Moonclaw is a liar! A cheat!”
“A master craftswoman stealing another’s designs!”
“She’s done it before!
Rumors of her thieving from young pups have been swirling for moons!”
As the accusations poured in, a user named “Justice Howler” posted a link–a video showcasing a former student of Ruby’s, accusing her of design theft! The Howlnet exploded, the digital fur flying.
“Is this true? Did Ruby really steal from a young pup?!”
“Disgusting! She doesn’t deserve her place amongst the Moonwood Pack!”
Shock and outrage filled the digital airwaves; condemnation of Ruby cascaded across the Howlnet.
A message from the Silvermoon Pack Council, the official statement from the Smith Group, appeared: a dismissal letter for Ruby, signed by her very own paw.
Andrew, who’d been plotting to usurp Grayson’s position, was completely blindsided by Ruby’s dismissal. Smith’s announcement was a devastating blow to Miller’s Pack.
Andrew’s face was the color of snow, his wolf visibly agitated.
His temples throbbed, a telltale sign of his inner turmoil. His wolf snarled its anger at the betrayal, the scent of rage heavy around him.
“Grayson, you set me up!” he snarled, slamming his fist on the table, his usually composed demeanor shattered. His plan to use Ruby to

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