Third Person POV
The rain was coming down in heavy sheets as the thunderous alpha werewolf trudged through the mud. Training had been demanding that morning due to the warm nor'easter that had come the previous night. The Alpha thanked the goddess that it wasn't yet cold. This would have easily been several feet of snow.
Several other wolves were running to their small cabins, away from the packhouse. The packhouse now only housed visiting wolves and single wolves waiting to be mated. Alpha Jack Storm had promised his mate, Rosalie, that he would make her the perfect small plantation home on their territory after their mating. He kept that promise, and Rosalie kept the house a safe haven until that one unfortunate night.
Jack took the key and opened the door to the dimly lit home. His
