n frustration in his wolf body. He wanted to turn around and just be with her. His beautiful mate. Pull

be looking at death. You are always in danger without a pack. He learned that as a pup. His dad was Alpha of the largest group

growls of the rogues inside. The army is father was slowly building. The smell of blood filled his nose as he saw in the distance a

ll hole but he was a larger wolf then the rest of the pack. He let his eyes adjust to the sun as he shifted back to his human form. Being naked was a normal,

him making him tense immediately. Turning his body around

at kind of mood he was in first. He saw his father jump down from the ledge he was on so that he was standing right in front of him. Face to face. His cold b

this will be yours. Only one pack stands in our way from ruling all these woods. I've finally built an army large enough after destroying that last pack. Now just the Silver Stream pack stands in my way." Links fathers face was red with anger. S

ntain top. "I'm in a good mood today. Speak freely." Link relaxed a little try

sed his voice louder ending in a war like howl. Link knew he wasn't going to be able to get another word in now. His father was like a rollercoaster. One minute being like that man his mom used to tell him stories about when he wa

eated. How was he supposed to protect his mate? Was he just gonna be forever alone and