Remus had a new mate, and he was the beta of Sabertooth. She shouldn’t have expected anything else. She was old news, and his mate-Artemis-was new news.
Still, she had been thinking thoughts that were entirely depressed and toxic.
So after living a bit in the forest, she struck out for a random island, needing to get away. To live in solitude. The Capricorn witch didn’t stop swimming, until she reached an island that . . .
. . . was inhabited.
It seemed like there was a celebration going on. She thought about turning around, swimming to another island, but she was too tired; if she did that she’d drown.
She progressed to the clearing. A driftwood throne sat in the middle, and a male sat in it; there were two more males and a single female. The femme turned toward Larentia and greeted, “I’m Marella. You have stumbled into Pack Ranjord; who are you?”
“My name is Larentia. I seek a pack,” responded Larentia. The femme nodded to her. She was brindled, with two brown eyes; she was beautiful. “I’d seek to live here, if you would have me.”
“Of course we will. Anyone is welcome here,” accepted the small woman.

"I guess I kinda liked the way you numbed all the pain."