Joan Knight
Reckless. It was word often attributed to my younger brother. It was never a word that described me. Until tonight. I meant it when I said I had no intention of taking a mate before the war was done, but since meeting Diana Collins, The Gold Ranked female, I felt something inside me shift. She was no ordinary she-wolf. Not because she was practically one of a kind as a female with a golden bracelet, but because she seemed to hold some sort of ferocityshe looked untouchable. Without realizing it, I observed how she went around the pack. Everyone seemed to treat her with some sort of reverence and respect, even if they did not know it. Her father had mentioned that she was not much for pack life, opting to indulge the more human side of our nature, but I couldn't help but disa
