MATED TO THE LONE WOLF

Chapter 1;part two

The crimson glow of the Blood Moon convergence had faded, leaving behind the cool, crisp light of a newborn dawn. Inside the Blackwood pack house, the air remained thick with the intoxicating scent of ash, amber, and pine. Lizzie lay wrapped in thick quilts on the massive oak bed inside the Alpha’s private quarters, her breathing finally deep and even.Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, Ramond watched over her, his arms crossed over his broad chest. His inner wolf paced, still hyper-alert, demanding he crawl into the bed and pull his fated mate against his chest. But Ramond restrained himself. Lizzie had arrived at his borders exhausted, terrified, and bearing the emotional scars of a wolf who had known only survival. He would not rush her.A soft knock at the door broke the silence. Marcus, his Beta, stepped inside, his expression grim. "Alpha, the scouts found traces of the Blood Moon rogue pack along the eastern border. They are tracking her. They know she crossed into our lands."Ramond’s jaw tightened, a low, rumbling growl vibrating in his chest. "Let them try. If they step one foot past the boundary line, tear them apart. Lizzie belongs to the Blackwood pack now. She belongs to me."