The black wolf had captured my attention the moment its movement caught my eye. But the lingering scent of Wren upon the air was enough to send me chasing after. Wren was an omega. They were known to be weaker than the average werewolf. The weakest and lowest within a pack, and a greater proportion of them never gained the ability to shift. Meaning I knew, despite the overwhelming scent of my fated mate hanging in the air, there was simply no way that wolf was her. The wolf looked strong. Powerful almost. And of athletic build. Which made me fear for Wren's life if she had been near the wolf...
So I had no option but to follow the wolf. Catch it and demand answers. Only the wolf was fast. I was distracted by a momentary mindlink from my father demanding an update on the wedding status, and in that moment of time the wolf was gone.
