Into The Fire

It struck Ganta as odd that a wolf howling at the borders sought just any mere member of the pack. His ears twitched thoughtfully, his head canting to the side before he set off to see what the stranger wanted. Roza had beat him there, and Ganta felt a bit embarrassed to see how much effort his beloved was putting in over himself. He really had to step things up… Slacking off wasn’t going to bring their daughter back after all. He let his ghostly white eyes fall upon the male, finding something about him a bit familiar, though he couldn’t put his finger on exactly why.

“I see you’ve met my mate, stranger.” The young man said calmly. “I am Ganta Lore, the Primul or other alpha of the pack.” He settled beside Roza, his expression thoughtful. The other carried himself rather well for being so young. Ganta arched a brow, waiting to see what it was that brought this stranger to the borders of Dragoste.