The air was cold, and his breath fogged in the air as he breathed heavily. Alpha Kael stood on the border of the ruins of his pack.
It was cold and empty, with nothing but the wind whispering in the air like hovering spirits. He was on the edge, his eyes piercing into the distance as he watched them approach. He straightened up, with his hands clasped behind him.
Two men walked over—one with short dark hair. He was nothing beyond 1.68m; his dark eyes pierced his skin like those of one ready to read his soul, while the other stood at a stunning 1.75m. His golden-brown hair contrasted with his blue eyes. His presence alone commanded power, and Kael did not like how it made him feel.
"Alpha Kael Cabswell," the golden-haired man spoke first, his grin not hidden and his hand extended for a shake. "It is good to have you here," he added, and Kael nodded, receiving the shake.
