The night air was filled with a gusty breeze, and it cut through the Snow Hill pack territory. The full moon shone brightly, revealing snow mixed with dust... showing a white blanket that covered the ground. The pack members were gathered by the large circle that they formed and stretched in the wooded area.
The maiden dance began as torches sent bright flames into the air.
Alpha Jax Snowhill had a space on his throne. At thirty years old, he looked powerful with a broad chest, curly black hair, and fiery eyes that seemed to burn in the firelight. Every she-wolf wished to catch his attention tonight.
"Shall we watch the damsels dance to my taste," he said, his back reclined on the throne. "I want to know who can be my second chance mate!"
The Alpha's statement seemed to prompt the ladi
