MATED TO THE STUBBORN HUMAN
As we got over the final hill the sight that waited us knocked the breath out of me.
Wolves. Thousands of them.
They were stretched across the valley in a vast sea of warriors, their bodies gleaming in the dim morning light. They came from all nine packs, their banners flapping in the wind, colors blending into what looked like a tapestry of unity.
I recognized them by their crests— rainville, iron claw, blood Moon, silver claw, storm fang, thornspike, wild heart, night shade and lastly, Ashville.
Their Alphas stood at the front of each battalion, their warriors behind them, waiting.
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