Prologue
"We're almost there" a great big gray and white wolf said to her disorented pack. They were traveling to The Rocks. After almost all her pack was killed by the River-pack, the Alpha led them away from their old territory to a new and hopefully better one.
They have been traveling for weeks and still no luck finding The Rocks. What was supposed to be a four day journey turned out to be a month. Half-starved and weak from lack of water they didnt think they would make it.
The Alpha was tired with grief. Her deputy, a pure sleek white she-wolf, just had pups. She was even more tired then the rest.
Another huge silver and grey male-wolf stopped and stood still. He smelled something and just when he was going to yell a warning a large reddish wolf jumped on him and bit his neck. He squirmed under the weight of him and gotten lose. He saw his Alpha struggling to fight off two wolves. They were surronded by a pack of savage wolves. Some of them he noticed were River-pack.
Just as he was about to help his leader he felt him being shouldered away he heard a yell and a snarl. His blood went cold. In the circle of River-pack, his Aplha lay dead."The great Alpha Aliac is dead!" snarled a river-pack mate.
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Broken Alpha (Book 1 of the Broken Wolves series)
FantasyAliac has to lead the remaining wolves of her pack to new place to live, The Rocks. But along the way she deals with grief that threatens to take her life. The wolves want to believe she can lead them, but as she leads them in circles for two moons...
