Kyle Storm
I woke up with a start, my heart pounding in my chest, sweat beading on my forehead. It was that nightmare again—the one that haunted me relentlessly. In the dream, my pack was under attack by those monstrous creatures, each with gnashing teeth and razor-sharp claws. And in the midst of the chaos, I saw Dad, getting torn and falling onto the onslaught of those vicious beasts.
I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself and shake off the remnants of the nightmare. As the images faded, my mind began to recall a different memory—one that had surfaced before, but I had brushed aside as inconsequential. It was the image of a wolf, a beautiful and powerful creature with eyes that held a glimmer of kindness. It was Naya's wolf—the mate destined to be by my side and share the burden of
