Draco’s POV
White Moon Pack
I was getting frustrated at my futile search. We have been to about thirty packs, and I still haven’t found her. My wolf was getting antsy, and I felt frustrated. Where in the world was my mate?
Our encounter felt like a figment of my imagination, but persistent nightmares of my mate’s brutal death kept me awake at night. I had to find her and protect her.
Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the trees as we raced past. The tree leaves dripped moisture from the early morning dew. A team of rabbits went into hiding on sighting us. The chirping birds took flight at our noisy approach. My wolf, Noble, raced with abandon. I am with my team for the pack tour, and we are all in wolf form.
We left the Snow Moon Pack behind us and ran towards the next. In the Were
