The howling went on for an hour.
Fifty wolves, kneeling in the snow, howling for their new White Wolf Alpha. White Moon wolves crying with joy because they finally had a real Alpha again. Blackstone warriors howling because their Alpha's mate had just become a legend.
I stood in the middle of it all, naked, bleeding from a cut on my lip, wearing only snow and power.
Until Cade's cloak hit my shoulders.
He wrapped his huge, warm, black fur cloak around me, hiding me from everyone else's eyes. His hands were shaking.
"Enough," his Alpha voice cracked over the pack. "Alpha Elara needs rest. Her first shift took too much. Everyone out. Now."
No one argued with Cade. Even as a newly marked mate, his Alpha command still worked on them. Slowly, the wolves stood and left the circle, whisperi
