I just hope the three of them are careful. If they’re caught, then they’re dead.
Wolves are only allowed one mate. It’s a sacred bond shared between two people only.
Monogamy.
To take several mates would be an insult to the moon spirit, and as a result, you would be greatly punished.
Ylfa’s mother is proof of that. For her crime of sleeping with a male who was already mated, she gave birth to a wolfless dud.
Well, she’s not so wolfless anymore, and the thought of that deplorable woman who abandoned her makes me want to punch someone.
My own mother pretty much ignored me my whole life, too. It was my Aunt Rose who raised me, the alpha’s deceased mate.
I don’t even know where my mother is now, or my father.
Not that I care...
The convoy moves at the first light of dawn. As always, I keep my usual pace alongside our human cargo.
The feisty female inside the cage stares daggers at me, her blue eyes gleaming almost wolf-like. She’s out for my blood. I was the one, after all, who stole her away from her camp and locked her up. On my alpha’s orders, but the fact still remains...
I ruined her life.
The pretty brunette spits on the ground near my feet, and I snarl, jumping up onto the wagon. It shifts under my weight.
I loom over her cage, making sure my shadow swallows up her little form, yet she still has the gall to look as if she wants to make a pelt out of my coat.
I bet she does...
Winter is coming, after all, and humans are bloodthirsty little turds.
They make us wolves look tame in comparison.
“Watch it, human. So far I have been lenient with you. Consider yourself lucky...”
Again, she glares, gnashing a strong set of teeth. I suppose now that they no longer have such high levels of sugar in their diets, the humans get to keep their teeth for much longer.
But they don’t have the luxury of a dentist’s chair anymore. As a result, their teeth aren’t so white anymore. I found an old movie poster once in the abandoned city of Boston, and the beautiful lead actress had the most ridiculous pair of white teeth I’d ever seen.
Yeah, very realistic, living in a post-apocalyptic world with pretty porcelain veneers and a face full of clown makeup.
That’s how Natasha always looks—like a clown. The females of the pack make their own makeup with various clays and paints, but what do I care...
I’m a male, and I don’t keep up with the bitches of our pack.
But thisbitchlooks as if she hasn’t even seen a tube of lipstick before. While beautiful, she has bags under her eyes and split ends, and she truly is a far cry from the Hollywood actresses of old.
And she’s going to make me rue the day I ever messed with her.
I’m shaking in my leather motorcycle boots—boots I looted from a city a few years back.
I kick her cage, making her rattle inside, and several look my way. The enforcers nod their approval of my treatment of our human guest, but I only have eyes for Ylfa.
She walks with her mate Patrick, a disgusted look on her face as I terrorize the human female.
Has she forgotten what these humans did to our pack? Half of us were killed in the massacre where they attacked from all sides, taking us by surprise.
All just to save their preciouschosenone.