Love is of the very essence of life. It is the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Yet it is more than the end of the rainbow. Love is at the beginning also, and from it springs the beauty that arches across the sky on a stormy day. Love is the security for which children weep, the yearning of youth, the adhesive t...
A pack of Rogue wolves is moving down from the mountains to enslave any other pack that will bend to its will, or destroy any who defines their orders. And the only packs that are able to stop this are the Storm Pack and the Snow Pack. For years these two packs have allied to stand against the Rogues and succeeded in...
May get a bit dirty i dont know were im going with this thoe also not sticking with lore