Xander
What a night!
“I guess we have a crazy moon” I whispered, frustrated at our unfruitful effort in finding my mate.
After the encounter with my father few days ago, I decided to lead the team to find my mate. We rode through the dense forest, my wolf restless beneath my skin. The night air was sharp, laced with the scent of pine, but all I could focus my thoughts on was her.
Nadine.
My fated mate.
I tightened my fists around the reins of the horse as it galloped through the moonlit path. Every second away from finding her was agony, a hollow ache that gnawed at my chest. We had searched every corner of the northern territories, torn apart close packs yet Nadine had been hidden well.
Or worse—she had chosen to stay with her abductors without thinking about me.
The thought sent
