Dancing Through white

Ryder Draven doesnt like being told no. Or what to do. She likes to "live on the edge" as she would call it. But as rouges and the mysterious creatures they keep conjuring up attack pack after pack, Ryder is forced to move up north to ally with the closest neighboring pack. Even after meeting their notorious Alpha and what he's supposed to mean to her, Ryder can't succumb to anyone. Especially not her mate. Ryder Draven isn't an ordinary wolf...if you can even call her that anymore: and she doesn't bow to anyone. Even if it means coating the snow with red.