THE SHATTERED WHITE WOLF
He stayed in his grand master suite, and I stayed in the guest wing.
The next night, under the cover of darkness, I slipped out of the Black Star palace. I moved swiftly through the woods, heading back to my birth pack. Oh, I knew my way around every tree, fence, and guard route of the Blue Wing territory. Slinking past the perimeter patrols was easy for a White Wolf. I sneaked into the main pack house through the servant's entrance and made my way up to the private study. I knew exactly where Samson would be—drowning his sorrows and planning his battle strategies.
When I pushed the heavy oak door open, he was sitting behind the desk, a bottle of whiskey in his hand. He jumped up, his dark e