Alpha’s Mistake
My thoughts run deeper but get obstructed as Kane opens the mind link.
“Vlad, where are you?”
Just in time.
“North Island. Open soil.” Fenrir groans as scents of other wolves intertwine with Milena’s scent. My warriors are here.
“We are close,” he says.
Thudding footsteps, snapping twigs, and rustling leaves whisper in the atmosphere as howling calls echo from the forest. Pounding paws draw closer, informing me of the distance.
Milena’s body is still drenched and her nipples visible through the wet fabric. I strip off my shirt, sitting upright. “My Beta and Gamma are here.” I throw the shirt over her shoulders.