Mate

KAAN

I had spent the last three days in the constant run. My wolf's fur had been covered with several layers of dried blood, not my blood. It didn't matter. I could have killed hundreds to get to her. From the fucker I had caught two nights ago, I knew that she had been taken somewhere around those woods. They had kidnapped her and wanted to sell her to Alpha Khaos. Never had I felt rage greater than when I learned about this. But the fury wasn't all I felt. The guilt and anguish stormed my veins as I ran. Had she died or suffered, I would have been to blame.

I found no traces of Alpha Khaos's men in the area, which gave me hope I wasn't too late, but the restlessness had sunk heavily in my heart, fueling my muscles to run faster. I passed the woods, and a small valley emerged. I vaguely remembered raiding the nearby village years ago. Shifters and witches lived there then. Now the village was gone, and perhaps a few creatures still lived by the Sangue Hill the witches used to call sa