The biting wind of the northern pack whipped around King Roan's fur-lined cloak, a stark contrast to the stifling rage that burned within him. A month. A mere month had passed since his forced marriage to Arin, daughter of Alpha Oswald, and he returned to the Mountain Peak Pack.
He entered the pack house, the grand hall echoing with the heavy thud of his boots, his presence a dark cloud that smothered the usual warmth. Alpha Oswald, his face alight with anticipation, had rushed forward, his eyes searching for his beloved daughter. But the joy in his expression quickly twisted into confusion.
"It is such a surprise to see you so soon." Alpha Oswald said and looked behind the king, hoping he had brought Arin with him. "Have you come with Arin?"
King Roan stared at the older man until he squirmed then he raised his hand in signal.
