“I am pleased you made it here to celebrate, Lenore,” Torben tells my father.
“It was my honor, Alpha Torben,” Dad responds.
“Call me, Torben, Wyatt,” Torben smiles at him.
“Torben,” Dad laughs.
After a few hours of dancing and eating, the pack gathers in the field behind the packhouse for the pack run. I stand with Teresa and the other women as I take off my silver gown. I shift into my brown wolf and walk out from behind the partition. Torben’s black wolf is waiting for me. Set lick my muzzle and whines.
‘Are you ready to lead the pack?’ He asks in my head.
‘I was born ready,’ Astrid responds to him.
Set lets out a thunderous alpha howl that shakes the ground. Astrid throws her head back and howls. The pack soon joins in, and our voices echo through the territory. Astrid then tak
