REJECTED MATE
What if there was more to him, but I’d been too blinded by hatred to not notice he had changed?
“He saved all these people,” I whispered.
Beki gave me a happy bark that implied she knew all along that he always had the potential to be a better person.
I sank further back into the bond, marveling at the sight of Griff being worshipped like he was Fenrir himself, when a beautiful, white wolf caught my eye.
He was an Arctic wolf with ivory fur that darkened to a pale gray around the forehead and snout. I couldn’t see the darker markings on his back, but his eyes were unmistakable. They were cerulean blue that shone so brightly with power that the color bordered on electric.
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