Sex: Malebackdated to January 30
His daughter had been found—that was all that mattered to the ebony Archer. According to his cousin she was held up in his sister’s newly formed pack, Pookastone Scowle, with her cousin from the willows and a strange loner. His blood boiled as he sprinted through the snow dusted terrain, fuelling the movement of his long legs. He did not know if Sovanna was still behind him, nor did he care. Not now. The man was on a mission and he would not stop until he knew his daughter was in his care. If this was the loner who had taken the Aurora princess he would be met with fangs, for Greer was not a forgiving wolf. Not when it came to strangers.
He knew he owed his family in the Ridge a well-deserved (and horribly delayed) apology. But that, too, could wait. He’d departed soon after Sovanna’s arrival, sending out a howl to his mate and their subordinates to let them know where he had disappeared to. While he knew that Kyna would have liked to accompanied him, or gone in his place, Greer had reacted without a second thought. His main concern was his daughter’s safety, and although he knew that she was in good paws under Morganna’s care, Greer couldn’t wait. Revon needed to be home, in the mountains. Away from the loner that had stolen her away. Away from all the trees.