Call of the white wolf

nd lonely weather was doing all the wrong things to his already black mood. He grunted and raised a hand to his head, raking his f

ed advice on what to do about the rogue attacks at their boundary. As usual, his father had barely recognized him, then after he finally did, had screamed a

osen for him by the Goddess, someone to bear his children and be a mother to his pack. He had no desire to find anyone to spend the rest

ying to curb the attacks. There was a cloying feeling about the attacks, something strange and eerie that gnawed at his mind and made him

pacing, trying to zone in on the intrusion. It was

Alpha? His beta's teasing voice resonated i

e patrol. You might have to join us. We're really short o

your bedroom

''Do I really h

confidence of your subjects if you showed up. You

ine. I'm o

e walked out of his room decked out in a gray fur coat fit for the weather. His raven-blac

d all rooms in the pack house together. Heaving a sigh of resignatio

s the small gathering of houses where his subjects lived, and to the left was the woods that stretched for miles around. D

y cursing as his boots got stuck severally in

the borderline. They were so scanty; Logan had no idea how they could take on another atta

heir front. Everything had been made white and bleak by the falling snow, but Logan could sense the enemy as surely as he

d and scared at the same time and Logan was finding it hard to make sense of his words.

t all that you've said,

ook deep breaths. T

tion. You might wanna check this

him, then walked over to the north border,

e ground. His sharp wolf eyes caught a glimpse of white on the ground but before h

gan asked, bracing h

ast not yet." His beta a

gathered men. They all parted to sh

wolf, half buri

wolf, and suddenly something in his mind clicked and became right, as though he had been waiting for this moment all his life. Suddenly all he wanted was to get on the ground and wrap his hands around the wolf, whisper in her ears, a

found h

g to regain his composure. His men mustn't notice any form of weakn

t's wrong?

d, righting him

re her. This time he was a little more prepared for the onslaught of desire.

atched the snow perfectly was partially buried under all the white. Logan reached his ha

cap. Logan fought the urge to reach out and touch it. The mark looked like none he had ever seen. It looked ancient

per's call behind him. He wanted to clear his head and rearrange his t

vited his mate

now he had also