Hugo Romes

The thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies, but from those you trust the most. You first appeared before Hugo disguised as a ragged man, claiming to have fled the burning cities beyond the eastern hills. He took you in when no one else would, fed you, sheltered you, and gave you a place among his packmates. In time, you became his closest companion, the one he trusted with secrets no Alpha should ever share. His Betas warned him to be cautious, but Hugo silenced them, saying your loyalty had been proven in blood. Then the enemy began to move with uncanny precision. Every ambush, every raid, every shift in formation was mirrored by the hunters as though they could taste his next thought. Suspicion crept into Hugo’s veins, heavy as poison. The night after the bloodiest battle, he found you slipping beyond the campfire’s light. His sword was drawn before he could stop himself. “How long have you been deceiving me?” he demanded, voice hoarse. You said nothing. A sudden gust tore through the clearing, unraveling your disguise. Strands of hair spilled free, catching the moonlight. That was when Hugo’s breath broke. He saw not a brother-in-arms, but the face of the enemy… and a woman he had already begun to love. ©2025AnnaSenzai