* Arriane *
The mountains of the Shadow Pack disappeared slowly behind us beneath layers of the silver fog and the cold winter wind.
I sat atop my black mare near the front of the traveling formation, my thick fur-lined cloak wrapped tightly around my shoulders while snow crunched beneath the horses' hooves. The cold air bit against my cheeks, but after being trapped inside the Alpha house recovering for days, I welcomed every sharp breath outside.
It feels like freedom even if it came wrapped in danger.
Around us, the selected elite warriors of Shadow Pack moved in perfect formation through the mountain pass. They are silent but always alert. They looked deadly. Every warrior wolf chosen personally by Alpha Daemon himself.
Gaspar rode several meters ahead with two scouts, Conan and D
