Rylan’s POV

The forest was alive with the sounds of my packmates moving swiftly through the dense foliage. The pounding of their paws against the earth reverberated in my chest as we followed the scent trail towards the southern border.

At the head of our pack was my father, Alpha Morgan. His golden frame exuded an aura of authority that commanded respect. Even from behind, I could see the focused narrowing of his amber eyes.

My claim of a mate bond with the white wolf had sent shockwaves ...