There never was one

Her patrols had brought her further from the mountain in the past day or so. Hours spent searching and the stale scent of his paws passing beyond her borders made her conclude that Majesty had abandoned the pack, leaving Jinx to cope with an unbridled rage. The chocolate male had been her first pick for Beta, and she had only just begun investigating his worthiness in earnest when he ran off into the sunset. She hadn't even had a chance to tell him her intentions for him.

In the end, she would come to see his departure as a blessing. He had left in time to spare Jinx the same mistake Fox had made with her: allowing a wolf with any ambition whatsoever to crack the upper echelons of the pack, just to abandon them and leave the ranks unstable.

Still, the fury would burn on for a while before she ever discovered that. When she came across Bagheera in the pines beneath the mountain pack, she was still in a foul mood, and her good impression of the male was trumped temporarily by her wrath. Her head came up smoothly as she met him, with hackles bristled all along her spine and eyes showing a world of unrest in their amber depths. “Bagheera,” she grated, her voice suggesting familiarity but the tone contradicting her original camaraderie with the male.