Ryan sat atop the rocky outcropping, his wolf form basking in the glow of the full moon. As Alpha of the Moonstone Pack, he had a duty to protect his territory and his people. And tonight, that duty weighed heavily on him.
The pack had just received word that a group of rogue werewolves were seeking asylum in their territory. Ryan had heard rumors of this group - they were said to be violent and unpredictable. But they were still his kind, and he couldn't turn them away.
He let out a low growl, his mind racing with the weight of his responsibilities. But then, he caught the scent of his mate on the wind. Cassy. His Luna.
She approached him from behind, her presence soothing him. wrapped her arms around his furry neck.
"Ryan, what's wrong?" she asked, concern etched into her features.
