Markus stepped outside the Stormheart territory and shifted into his majestic beast, Stinger. His powerful wolf form was a sight to behold, with shimmering silver fur that caught the light and eyes that burned with an intense, electric blue. As he sprinted towards the royal pack, his thoughts were consumed by the stories he had just heard from Elora. He couldn't believe the hardships she had endured, and his heart ached for the pain she had suffered. Azriel was indeed a lucky man to be blessed with such a special mate.
He remembered that he studied when he was young about special wolves, but Lora was not a shifter; he would need to ask the pack elders as well, or even his father. If Lora could use her gifts safely, it would be a blessing for the entire werewolf kind.
The wind rushed past
