Samara

After that, Roman started searching for me, but my trail was so trampled he couldn’t find it to follow me. He searched every pack in the north and many in the south, just not those as far south as I had managed to go. Through his memories, I can see where the other packs learned to fear him. His demand to search the packs for me was not to be denied. If he was, he’d attack the pack, killing the Alpha if necessary, and search for me anyway. It seems that word spread quickly and most ...