Philip
Since she wasn’t in Marcus’s Pack House, I went to the next most likely place she could be. The pack’s forest. I ran around in Chaos form, trying to catch her scent, any sign of her.
I imagined she was still quite upset. I was a poor excuse for a mate.
“Glad you noticed it,” Chaos barked.
He was annoying, he was moody. Sometimes he grumbled like an old dog, but he was always a good mate for her. That I would have to give him.
“Watch and learn, pup!” He taunted me again.
Soon her caramel aroma filled our nostrils, and we could see Reyna. The snow-white she-wolf was walking nearby the lake. Every step was majestic, every movement was pure grace and elegance, even though she was a big wolf, female alpha sized to be exact, she moved as if she weighed nothing.
Chaos let out
