Chapter 140

On the other hand, his mate was thrilled when she saw him again, the first time he had seen her he took off running before she could even ask his name. So he got to know her, told her he used to be a hunter and all of the wrong things they had told him about wolves. She didn't mind, she told him she didn't care what he was, he was her mate and hunters were wrong. Werewolves weren't barbarians. They fell in love and he adored her so much but then one day, while he was at their secret hide out, waiting for her to come, The hunters had attacked. Apparently they had planned on attacking that pack for a while now. By the time he reached the pack house he had found most of the pack dead or kidnapped and after he searched the whole place for any sign of his mate. He found her lying in a pool of her own blood, dead. It had destroyed him. And now here he was, a year after her death, with the sole purpose of trying to find a way to help werewol