couldn’t cause him further harm.
Swearing under her breath, she let him go. She ignored the others around her and stared down at the golden wolf covered in blood. She hadn’t seen a golden wolf in decades. Nor had she heard of any golden wolves still in existence. And what had he said, something about being on Silver land? The implication being that they didn’t belong, but he did.
Why would he ally himself with her enemy-- what should have been his enemy?
The Silver Clan had pushed everyone out of their precious forest years ago. Because of them, the Red Clan had been forced to live close to the humans, sacrificing much to continue their existence. Hell, Rudra was living proof of how far the wolves had gone to remain a clan. The daughter of a wolf and human sorcerer, Rudra laid claim to two powerful backgrounds. Her mother still ran with the wolves when she wasn’t teaching the pups at home. Her father protected the clan from less savoury humans, those who thought they could hunt in Red Clan woods.
But this…this interloper. Who the hell was he to do what no male had done before? To attempt to mate with her? More puzzling, why had she let him?
Rudra, you want me to gut him or what? Jericho asked, the large bear probably more than ready to go home and find something to eat.
Beckett Nash woofed. I don’t know. I say we let Rurik heal him so we can watch the gold one mount her again. That was hot. Beckett grinned, only to cast his eyes down at the fierce glare she sent him.
He’s golden, bro. Can you imagine what their young would look like? His brother Brody teased. Man, they’d be orange.
Annoyed, Rudra quickly shifted into human form to conjure a stretcher, then shifted back into her wolf. She ordered the brothers to carry the intruder home, where they would take him to her father in hopes Rurik could heal him. Then she’d decide if she should kill him or use him in her upcoming battle against the Silver Clan.
Her efficient group made the trek home in under an hour. In a small village on the outskirts of Bethel , Alaska , they had created a haven for their clan. Rudra accepted bears, foxes and wolves of any colour, so long as they considered the Silver Clan their enemy.
And speaking of the enemy… She glanced at the limp wolf dragged behind the Nashes. That golden colour, much as she wanted to deny it, appealed to her. Handsome, strong and powerful, he hadn’t been afraid of her. What manner of wolf didn’t fear an alpha in her prime?
Another alpha.
Terrific. She’d almost been topped by an alpha encroaching on her own damn territory. As if the silver wolves weren’t bad enough.
In a thoroughly bad mood, Rudra picked up their pace, ignoring the whining of her pack. As soon as she crossed the spell safeguarding their village, she relaxed.
Jericho , take the golden wolf to Rurik. The last time Brody and Beckett talked to my father, he nearly fried them. The rest of you, go find your clothes before heading back into town. People think we’re strange enough without strutting around bare-assed naked. We definitely don’t need the attention.
Since most of the pack detested clothing, they grumbled as they reached the hideaway where they changed before hunting. Jericho took charge of their prisoner. He continued through the woods towards her father’s place. Rarely in a man’s form, he liked to stay as a bear unless rutting between a woman’s thighs. She thought it a wonder he didn’t already have a dozen or more cubs running around.
With a sigh, Rudra joined the others, shifted into a woman’s form and donned undergarments, a pair of jeans, shoes and a T-shirt. After taking a pass through the village, she answered a few questions, settled two disputes and went in search of her mother. She found her in the schoolhouse instructing several six-year olds on the merits of hunting in pairs.
Rudra studied her mother, caught again by her timeless beauty. Long, red hair, sparkling green eyes and light
Swearing under her breath, she let him go. She ignored the others around her and stared down at the golden wolf covered in blood. She hadn’t seen a golden wolf in decades. Nor had she heard of any golden wolves still in existence. And what had he said, something about being on Silver land? The implication being that they didn’t belong, but he did.
Why would he ally himself with her enemy-- what should have been his enemy?
The Silver Clan had pushed everyone out of their precious forest years ago. Because of them, the Red Clan had been forced to live close to the humans, sacrificing much to continue their existence. Hell, Rudra was living proof of how far the wolves had gone to remain a clan. The daughter of a wolf and human sorcerer, Rudra laid claim to two powerful backgrounds. Her mother still ran with the wolves when she wasn’t teaching the pups at home. Her father protected the clan from less savoury humans, those who thought they could hunt in Red Clan woods.
But this…this interloper. Who the hell was he to do what no male had done before? To attempt to mate with her? More puzzling, why had she let him?
Rudra, you want me to gut him or what? Jericho asked, the large bear probably more than ready to go home and find something to eat.
Beckett Nash woofed. I don’t know. I say we let Rurik heal him so we can watch the gold one mount her again. That was hot. Beckett grinned, only to cast his eyes down at the fierce glare she sent him.
He’s golden, bro. Can you imagine what their young would look like? His brother Brody teased. Man, they’d be orange.
Annoyed, Rudra quickly shifted into human form to conjure a stretcher, then shifted back into her wolf. She ordered the brothers to carry the intruder home, where they would take him to her father in hopes Rurik could heal him. Then she’d decide if she should kill him or use him in her upcoming battle against the Silver Clan.
Her efficient group made the trek home in under an hour. In a small village on the outskirts of Bethel , Alaska , they had created a haven for their clan. Rudra accepted bears, foxes and wolves of any colour, so long as they considered the Silver Clan their enemy.
And speaking of the enemy… She glanced at the limp wolf dragged behind the Nashes. That golden colour, much as she wanted to deny it, appealed to her. Handsome, strong and powerful, he hadn’t been afraid of her. What manner of wolf didn’t fear an alpha in her prime?
Another alpha.
Terrific. She’d almost been topped by an alpha encroaching on her own damn territory. As if the silver wolves weren’t bad enough.
In a thoroughly bad mood, Rudra picked up their pace, ignoring the whining of her pack. As soon as she crossed the spell safeguarding their village, she relaxed.
Jericho , take the golden wolf to Rurik. The last time Brody and Beckett talked to my father, he nearly fried them. The rest of you, go find your clothes before heading back into town. People think we’re strange enough without strutting around bare-assed naked. We definitely don’t need the attention.
Since most of the pack detested clothing, they grumbled as they reached the hideaway where they changed before hunting. Jericho took charge of their prisoner. He continued through the woods towards her father’s place. Rarely in a man’s form, he liked to stay as a bear unless rutting between a woman’s thighs. She thought it a wonder he didn’t already have a dozen or more cubs running around.
With a sigh, Rudra joined the others, shifted into a woman’s form and donned undergarments, a pair of jeans, shoes and a T-shirt. After taking a pass through the village, she answered a few questions, settled two disputes and went in search of her mother. She found her in the schoolhouse instructing several six-year olds on the merits of hunting in pairs.
Rudra studied her mother, caught again by her timeless beauty. Long, red hair, sparkling green eyes and light
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