GREY

Northerners

With Shamus right on my heels we cut through the trails of the Giants and raced towards the pack house as fast as we could. 

They're here. I sent my mind link out to every other wolf in the valley. 

My wolf was restless with excitement and anticipation on seeing him again, her mate. Our mate. Ignoring her for now I have to push all distractions out of my mind, There is a war to win.  

As we reached the main pack houses our pack wolves were beginning to flood the village, all sharing the same look of anxiety and fear of the Northerners. They were a merciless pack, from now on we are going to be walking on thin ice, egg shells, hot coals. 

Standing on the porch of the main pack house was my mother. Her skin is drained of its natural golden glow, her eyes puffy and red, her skin hanging off her face from the added weight of the tears soaked into her pores. The Luna we once knew is fading with every passing day, her shoulders are hunched forward and her head is held lower compared to her usual perfect posture stance, it wont be long until she will be challenged for her position, only the strongest wolves will lead this pack. 

"Mother" I run to her side "They are here" 

"I know." that is all she says before retreading into the pack house, no emotion is written on her face as she stares out into the forest. 

I lean against the wooden barrier wrapping around the front of the pack house and look at the carvings in the red wood, the wolves of the North haven't set foot in this land since they gave it up to my bloodline, until now all that remained of them were these markings and the tales told by our packs Lorekeeper. 

My senses suddenly erupt and my wolf begins howling, shaking my insides my heckles begin to rise as I hear the sharp intakes of air from the pack members I slowly turn. 

Hundreds of wolves are emerging from the snow covered forest, the wolves of the true North all have the same coat color, white as pure as the snow they are born in. These wolves are huge, their muscles defined and bulging off them constricting with each step they take. The pack screams..strength.  

Silence 

The only noise is the sound of the wind whistling between the needles of the giants, creating an unsettling melody to the ears of my wolf, it seems as if everyone is holding their breath too afraid to move in the presence of the wolves of the North. 

I do not breathe when I see him, too afraid to take the air from this wolves lungs. He is still in his human form unlike the rest of his pack that have shifted into their wolf form, his Beta and twin on his left they crush the snow beneath their feet without hesitation, there is no struggle walking through the thick snow for these two males. They dominate it. 

With each step he takes the distance between us is closing and an unsettling feeling is flowing through my body as my legs begin to feel numb beneath me and I feel like I am floating. My fingers have turned white as my claws dig into the wooden beams supporting the house. My eyes follow every movement he makes, focusing on his shoulders as they shift forwards and backwards with his long strides, the tightness of his shirt shows his chest slowly rising and falling with each breath he takes. 

His mouse blonde hair flicks across his forehead, strands resting against his sharp cheekbone as his frame cuts through the gusts of wind. 

He does no look at me or anyone else surrounding him, his eyes are directly in front of him as he stalks towards the steps of the pack house. All heads turn and follow him until both the males disappear inside the house, their army stand still and tall awaiting their Alphas return.