Tristan POV
My Gamma's voice rings out in my mind, waking me from the most glorious dream. My wolf was chasing a white wolf through a forest. The scent of vanilla swarmed around me as we ran, and I knew I was pursuing my mate.
'Alpha!' Michael's voice echoes in my mind again.
I roll over in my bed and look at the clock. It is barely 3:00 a.m. 'What?' I groan back through the link.
'We have caught the scent of a rogue on pack territory,' Michael informs me.
I pop up in my bed at the thought of a rogue being on our territory. 'How the f**k did they get past the guards?'
'It would appear they came in with another member of our pack,' Michael says hesitantly.
"f*****g Mason," I growl aloud. I told him he couldn't bring his new toy into the pack unless I met her first.
