Alana was at her usual spot along the beach, eyes watching the waves rolling in and out. She finally felt settled in here. Her eyes were half closed as the darker areas of her coat soaked up what was left of the sun’s warmth. It was fading now, and winter was fast approaching. She could feel it in the breeze off the water that ruffled her coat and sent a chill down her spine. As if in answer to the whisper of the breeze, a howl in the distance, soon echoed by a second, filled the air. Alana’s eyes opened as her brow furrowed. That was Silvertongue’s mate, the one that had rescued Noel. The second – and roughly attempted – how was Noel’s immature voice. Strange, that the two of them would be calling without Silvertongue or the other pup.


Rising, Alana shook herself to rid her coat of any sand that was clinging on, before moving toward the sound at a ground-eating pace. There was something off in the tone of the call. Something was not right.


She slowed as she neared where the howl had originated from, trotting into sight. There was only Noel and Rhoedias. Again, no sign of the Alpha or of the other pup. She walked over toward where the two were and she sat down next to Noel. She kept a respectful space between them, mindful that this was the alpha’s mate. Noel had been following her like a ghost for the past few weeks, though. If something was wrong, perhaps sitting next to him could offer him some comfort.


Alana didn’t see any reason to speak. Rhoedias knew who she was. She simply sat silently, eyes on the female, waiting to see what had happened.



“speaks like this”

Alana
. female . six years . 29 inches 85 pounds . no mate . no life . soul belongs to Sin . Bardena .