Rejected by the Pack, Saved by the Rogue

The antiseptic smell of the pack clinic burned my nostrils as I paced the waiting room. My sister had been in with Nova for over an hour now—far longer than a routine examination should take.

"Adelina?" My sister's voice cracked as she emerged from the examination room, her eyes red-rimmed and cheeks stained with tears. "Can we go?"

Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.

"What happened?" I asked, guiding her quickly toward the exit.

"She—" My sister's voice faltered. "The examination was... strange. She kept asking personal questions and taking pictures of... of..."

My wolf stirred inside me, a low growl building in my chest. Nova Thomas had been the pack healer for three years, but something about her saccharine smile had always made my skin crawl.

"Did she hurt you?" I asked, my legal training kicking in as I mentally cataloged potential violations.

"No, it's just—" My sister's phone buzzed. Then mine did. And then every phone in the waiting room lit up simultaneously.

My blood ran cold as I opened the notification. There, on Nova's wildly popular pack social media account, was a video clip of my sister—taken during what should have been a private examination. The caption read: "When your patient has seen more pack members than you've treated. #PackSlut #MoonstonePackSecrets"

"Adelina!" My sister's horrified gasp echoed through the waiting room as others began to stare.

"That's doctored," I said firmly, though my heart raced. "We'll fight this."

But Nova's influence extended far beyond her healing credentials. Within hours, the video had been shared thousands of times across the interconnected pack networks. By nightfall, my sister couldn't even walk to the pack house dining hall without hearing whispers.

"Did you see Nova's post?"

"I heard she's been with half the Delta warriors..."

"Poor Adelina, doesn't know her own sister..."

I watched helplessly as my sister's phone filled with messages from former friends: "I can't be seen with you anymore," "My parents say I need to distance myself," "How could you hide this from us?"

By the third day, she couldn't leave our family quarters at all.

"They're saying terrible things," she whispered, curled into a ball on her bed. "That I've been... that I'm dirty... that I deserved it."

Rage consumed me as I watched Nova's next post go viral—a carefully edited compilation suggesting my sister had contracted multiple "wolf-specific infections" from her "promiscuous lifestyle."

"This is systematic character assassination," I told Ryker that evening, my mate's strong arms around me the only thing keeping me from storming to Nova's quarters and ripping her throat out. "She's destroying my sister piece by piece."

"I'll talk to her," Ryker promised, his Alpha presence comforting against my back. "This has gone too far."

But it hadn't gone far enough—not for Nova.

The next morning, an anonymous account posted "exclusive testimony" from three pack members claiming intimate knowledge of my sister's activities. Each story more detailed than the last, each one painting her as a she-wolf of loose morals.

My sister