The Scent of White Frost

Following Captain Bruce’s humiliating return to the packhouse with fifty disarmed sentries, Alpha Derek Blackwood had completely lost control of his temper. He had assembled his elite personal guard—forty heavily armed pureblood wolves—and marched directly toward the Northern Ridge boundary line at the edge of the Silverleaf River. The river was swollen with icy meltwater, churning violently over jagged black rocks. On the southern bank stood Derek and his forty…