Alaric’s POV
I have seen the world through too many lenses, as an exile, a warrior, a strategist, and a heir.
But this time, I saw it as a man failing his purpose. The highland air bit sharp as I crested the last cliff, my cloak heavy with three days of storm and silence. The silver-furred mare I was on top of grunted at me from exhaustion, but I didn’t stop, not for a f*****g good rest, not for a warm meal in my belly. I didn't wait at stops, I just continued my journey. The only reason I had waited was to get a change of clothes and a shower.
All because I need to find the white wolf before anybody else, I need to find the last of the white wolf before every Alpha starts to get greedy, get what I want and the rest can share. But it has become more of a chore than a quest, because the
