Upon arriving a few feet away from the Silver-moon pack, which was Alpha Dominic’s pack and the pack I had run away from four years ago, a sudden nauseous feeling took me over.
I made sure to ride on Alpha Dominic with my son Mathew. I was not about to let him or anyone else see my white wolf, considering I still didn't trust him or them.
Having two people riding upon a wolf with ease showed how strong Alpha's were.
My son, who had been carried upon Alpha Dominic’s back, glanced at the very huge Silver-moon pack in awe, but I could not help but notice there was a gloom to this pack.
Although its stature was huge or even bigger than I had last seen it, but it was not the same feeling of happiness towards it. Why was it so gloomy here? Even the beautiful trees looked like they were about
