Work In Progress "Rowin, get your head out of the clouds!" Robert snaps his fingers in front of her face bringing the reality back. With an irritated sigh she focuses her attention on the blue eyed wolf sitting in front of her scowling. His black hair hanging over one eye. "What do you want?" "You know what's coming, don't you?" His voice a low whisper, barley auditable to the human ear. His fists clenching, eyes turning into wide saucers. "It only happens every year Robert." Mating season was the worst, it set all wolfs on high alert, causing their senses to heighten. "No, Rowin this is different. This is the year the legends predicted that the Shadow packs mate -Lucas- will find his One." Robert gave her a look before turning his head. Her gaze follows his across the room over to Lucas. The shadow packs alpha was a dream to both shifters and humans. His broad shoulder tensing then relaxing as he breathes, those bright gree...
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