His Wolfsbane

Nova's POV

"Halt! Who are you?!"

I peeked out of the window. The gates of Moonlight Grove stood ahead of my caravan. Behind us were several other Caravans from other packs. Two guards were staring up at her with fierce gazes.

A hand squeezed mine and I glanced up to see Mason, my Beta, walk towards the door of the carriage.

"Who are you?!"

"I am Mason, Alpha of the Snowcap pack." He told the guards.

Gasps exploded around us and I smirked. Good. Just the reaction I was expecting.

"S-Snowcap?" The guard stuttered.

"Impossible!" His fellow guard said. "Weren't they wiped out years ago?"

My jaw clenched and I felt my wolf roar in anger.

Quiet down Frost.

"As you can see, we are alive," Mason said, keeping his voice monotone. "And here for the Howl Gathering festival."

The murmurs around us increased. The Snowcap pack had gone into extinction seven years ago. At least that was what everyone thought had happened.

Well, they weren't extinct. We were back. I was back. And I would do anything to make sure every single one of them paid!

Especially HIM.

The guards allowed us to pass and Mason slid back into the Caravan, sitting by my side.

"Well we made it past the guards,* He chuckled and swiped his blonde hair to the back. His blue eyes held mine and he smiled nervously. "Are you sure about this Nova?"

I gave him a dead stare. "I spent seven years planning for this day, Mason. I didn't spend all those years hiding only to be unsure now."

"Right, right," he nodded. "I didn't mean to call you unsure. Do you need vengeance though? We can always turn away, Nova. We have survived all these years without them and-"

I growled, cutting him off. My wolf pushed again in anger, wanting to seize control. Mason's head whipped low as he muttered.

"I apologize, Alpha Frost,"

"I will avenge my father, Mason," I said, licking my fangs as they protruded. "Hayden Storm will pay. Every single one of them will. Do not forget that."

"Yes, Alpha,"

Our caravan halted abruptly then and I sat upright. Were we at the castle already?! I didn't remember it being so close to the entrance-

"How dare you?!" Someone yelled outside. He sounded rather girly for a man. "You lowly peasant! You're going to ruin my carriage! Where is your Alpha?! He will pay for the damages."

I frowned, rising.

"Nova," Mason called behind me but I ignored him and pushed the carriage curtain aside to see who on earth was causing the commotion.

There right before a golden carriage that looked too extravagant to belong to someone as mediocre as the man before it.

He swiped at his blonde hair, his chubby face pushed in a pout.

"I demand to see your Alpha at once!" He yelled like a child crying for attention.

"Who is that?* Mason asked, stepping beside me.

"Marcel Fangworth. Son to the Alpha of Fangworth. Good to see he looks and acts just like the brat he was." I replied, taking in the scenery before me. Moonlight groove hadn't changed much. And for some reason that infuriated me. How could everything look almost the same when I had spent the past seven years languishing in pain?

"You!" Marcel yelled pointing at Mason beside me. "You're the Alpha, aren't you?"

"What do you need Marcel?" Mason replied, squaring his shoulders beside me.

"An apology!" Marcel blubbered. "What pack is this?"

"Snowcap," Mason replied.

"Weren't you all extinct or something?"

"Please my lord," A man muttered to Marcel, possibly his flunkie. "We are causing a commotion."

"No!" Marcel yelled. "I will have an apology. They bumped into my cart. Her!" He pointed at me, eyes wide with greed. "The white whore with him. I want her."

Mason growled beside me, offended. I slid my arm around his and batted my lashes flirtatiously.

"Ah my lord, I am afraid I belong to Alpha Mason."

"Then I shall fight him for your hand!" Marcel yelled. "My soldiers against yours. You barely have a handful of soldiers, ending you will be swift. "

"Now, calm down my lord," I said breathlessly. "Surely a man of your stature can forgive a lowly pack like ours..." I trailed off, staring off into the distance.

That scent! Sandalwood and pines. That damned scent. I had it burned in my memory, never to be forgotten.

"Let's go," I mindlinked Mason.

"What about the duel?"

"Ignore Marcel, he'll throw a tantrum then forget about it the next minute. He's here. Hayden Storm is here. I can smell him."