Things had been quiet in the heights since the disagreement with his birth pack. He had not yet caught wind of Morganna’s children, either. The rest of her group would have already maneuvered over the mountain by now, joining his ebony sister in the Vale alongside his younger brother. He couldn’t help but wonder if the younger Archer’s mate had passed yet, for Morganna made it sound like she had very little time left.
He knew his sister was plotting something. Morganna very seldom did anything without having a plan behind it. She was a cunning wolf, her brains making up for her lack of size. She was planning something, Greer knew that much. Otherwise she might have stayed with him and his mountain mate. But, she had bigger things on the horizon. She had hinted at returning to the west, where their birth pack resided, which made the shadow wonder if she was planning on taking over… which would not surprise him one bit.
He meandered along the snow-dusted heights, his deer-like legs moving expertly across the rugged terrain. He was looking for a meal to bring back to the pack, for the snow had chased most of the prey away. Only those accustom to the extreme weather conditions remained, like the Aurora wolves…