Wicker Man

He had seen the column of smoke even from the pines where he and his family lived and had set out early that morning to investigate. Even beyond the border he could smell the acrid smell of smoke and ash and could still see thin tendrils of smoke drifting from the thicket. He called to be met by Shaye, knowing her to be the more level headed of the two alphas, although he had reason to doubt that either of them were rational. Shaye had after all taken his children while he was in a weakened state and he did to some extent blame her for the loss of his son Tythe. That loss still rankled with him, although he was grateful to still have the majority of his litter.

He sat on the scorched border his flying companion circling overhead while Raanee flicked her tongue from her coil around his neck. Things had been going well for him in spite of how they had started at the beginning of that year, he had his children, his mate, his family and was swiftly making amends with his hot headed uncle, he supposed it wouldn’t be any of Shaye’s business but some part of him wanted to lord over her that her pack had burned while his own life had become so blessed.

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