No Place for a Packless Wolf
The Vanguard's early warning had sounded the silent siren, but the invasion came faster than a gust of death-bringing wind.
The one hundred elite Frostbite Pack soldiers did not come on landing vehicles, but instead jumped from the stealth helicopters in the form of stocky wolves with shining silver fur. The moment their claws touched the wet asphalt of the harbor, a layer of ice five inches thick immediately spread wildly, freezing everything in its path.
A shrill wolf roar broke the silence of the night, led directly by Alpha Kaelen Frost. The Lord of the North walked casually in his ancient human form. A wolf fur coat draped over his shoulders, with a pair of glacier blue eyes that contin