Elizabeth's POV
I was visiting the kennels where the wolves were held. It had become a daily routine, and I so badly wanted and needed to help these wolves. The wolves had become used to us coming and going and feeding them. Some pack members had even started to have conversations with them, ensuring that they were not lonely.
Daniel had even laid his big red head on my hand. Was he growing a conscience, or was it an act to be released?
Mother Moon had said that Daniel was always caught in the crossfire. He was never one who wanted anything to do with witches, vampires, or even his brother's doings.
He was a wolf who kept to himself.
I remember how he helped me. How he saved both Kona and me from starvation and hydration. He had nurtured us back to health when we needed it, and I nee
