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me, saying I was losing my mind. I did not find her outbursts offensive. I was preoccupied with something else. I would prefer not to let her mere shades divert my attention. "Unfortunately, you are not even paying attention to what I have to say. I assumed you were a friend of mine.' I yelled at Annabelle and shifted away from her. In order to monitor any danger and notify the soldiers, I even went so far as to throw my head outside. Since I was the only one listening, it made sense for me to glance at everyone. Should something go wrong, I will be affected as well. It was hard for me to estimate how many more days or hours we would be travelling because I had never been to full moon Pack

The cold air contrasted with my sad emotions when we finally touched Alaska. Assisted by my parents, I exited the jet and entered a waiting car. As we drove, I reflected on my rebellious past—leaving home at eighteen to chase a modeling dream that never panned out, which led me to work as a cashier in a cafe where I met Kellan. My parents disapproved of our union, given Kellan's financial standing back then. But my mother’s recent battle with cancer mended our broken relationship. Returning to Alaska brought a whirlwind of emotions, especially for a place I had once turned my back on.

The Alaskan coast appeared on the horizon after three weeks at sea. The water grew colder, the sky grew darker, and the days grew shorter. Elif had never experienced a northern winter before. The darkness pressed against her, heavy and suffocating, making her feel small and insignificant. But the Alaskans who met them at the dock did not seem bothered by the lack of sun. They moved through the twilight with easy confidence, their faces weathered by generations of surviving in this harsh land. Nukka was waiting for them on the shore, her silver hair bright against the gray sky. She embraced Elif warmly, then stepped back to look at Nisan.

Alejandro’s POV Tongass Forest, Alaska, huh? If I successfully retrieve the herb, then I will be off to Nevada to see my radiant moonlight. I feel like it has been ight years since I held my mate close. The stillness here is unlike anything I have encountered. This place is not silent, no, Alaska breathes, but it does so beneath the skin. The trees whisper in languages older than any wolf, older than even Inferno. Their branches reach skyward like claws mid-prayer. And the snow, light as ash, sifts through the pine needles in thin, ghostly veils.

I was tempted to go and look at it myself but I had to trust the inspector was thorough. RING RING RING “You better have something,” I said, answering. “We just got word she ditched her car and bought a truck, but we have the plate number for that one. I’m getting a flight now,” he said. “A flight? Where did she go,” I said, getting to my feet and pacing. “Alaska, her car is in Alaska,” he said, and I stopped suddenly. “What the hell is up there,” I asked. “Not sure, I mean some wolves live in packs, you know isolated. Maybe she’s got family up there. Maybe the mom is her family who knows,” he said.

"My mistake, what is it that I can help you with Cohen?" Alaska doesn’t even miss a beat, sounding as apologetic as pleasant for the mix up, sounding as anyone would expect her to sound. "Is Jaxson available?" Alaska stares at the small window as the first large raindrop hits the heavily weathered glass pane of the small and secluded cabin which is far away from civilization, surrounded by trees and a good distance from all pack borders, the type of place that one would expect two outcast wolves, who are for all purposes rogues, to live.

Alaska is known for its drive through coffee shops and there's practically one on every street corner. “You sleepy?” I ask Natasha as she yawns. “It’s fine by me if you want to take a nap.” It's still dark and we won't actually see dusk until about nine o’clock am. The winters are dark here which can make them even more depressing, but I’m used to it. “Oh, I’ll probably fall asleep at some point just from the hum of the highway. Just not yet.” she says and I reach over and grab her hand. Her hand is small and soft in mine and it feels so good to touch her again.

my father growls at me. The thought catches me off guard. My father has never been at war with anyone. The Larringer wolves are rich, fearless, and intelligent. We take what we want, but we do not kill people. We do not go to war. We persuade people or buy our way into what we want. No one tells my father no. That is how I ended up with Alaska. Her family could not say no. "Is Alaska here?" I ask my father. If we are at war, I need to make sure she is safe.

This is part of why I love running the woods alone. Even though we’re on our territory, it’s not entirely safe. Aside from the enforcers, members of the pack are discouraged from running around alone. I can because I’m the Alpha, and because while alone, I don’t have to care about acting like a dignified Alpha in front of my pack members. But beneath the usual scents I find in the woods, like a thin thread woven through the deeper notes, is something new. And it makes my wolf go wild. My human mind can’t understand, but I’m infected by the excitement, and without second thought, I lower my head and dig my feet deeper into the soil and dead leaves and branches as I run faster, chasing after t

Well, there are so many reasons that I don’t even know from which one to begin. First and foremost , I lived in this god forsaken deadbeat of a town. God, how I hate this town. How I curse my damn luck for having the unfortunate fate of being born and raised here. Where is here you ask? I will tell you. I live in an extremely small town called ‘Snow’. It is a town with a population of around 500 people, located in Alaska; more specifically, located within a collection of mountains that spread all the way across the border between America and Canada.