Forty seven.

Damien’s POV

When we land in Iceland, the temperature had already dropped. You could definitely tell that we were tourists with the way we were wrapped up in coats, hats and thick snow trousers. Some humans looked at us oddly but what I was most surprised about was the number of wolves that were here and news of our arrival spread like wild fire. 

Some of them welcomed us, while others gave us the side eye.

Austin and I found a café and as we were sitting down a huge man moves over to us. It was obvious he was a wolf by his scent, but he was different to others that we had seen. His ears were pointed just like Ivan’s, his eyes dark and unlike others around here, he was shirtless, revealing his large muscles.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?”

He leans forward on the table, resting on his knuckles. A clear indicator that he did not want us here.

“We are seeking someone”

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