The mate bond was savage.
A howl rang out from a far distance, and every rogue wolf shivered, all except the Rogue King. Three pack wolves fell to their knees, covering their ears.
The steady pounding of heavy paws followed, growing louder by the second, but no one could tell the direction.
Mason held his ground, his eyes on the trees behind the rogues.
The panting of a large beast soon followed.
All the while, Chrystal was on the ground, her forehead on the forest floor, one hand clutching her chest as blood and teeth-grinding sounds spilled from her lips.
The Alpha King made to move toward his daughter, and at that same moment, a large, dark grey wolf with crimson eyes burst from the trees, leaping over the Alpha King’s head.
Chyrstal’s head immediately snapped up, and she stare
