THE ALPHA’S FIRST FALL 2
I say, turning my back on her shrill cries as my heavy boots echo across the grand hall, leaving Riverbend Abbey behind to face the dark, starless night alone.
Lanka Monroe POV
"Andrew, why must you run to the northern borders? The pack academies here can train your wolf. Don't leave the territory," my eleven-year-old voice pleads in the shifting fog of my nightmare, taking me back to the summer my family’s pack lands still thrived.
"I have no choice, Lanka. The blood bond calls me to the frozen seas," his teenage alpha silhouette says, his large hand resting on my head before he climbs into the transport that would keep him away for five long winters.