---- Chapter 10 In my dream, snowflakes danced in the air. I was back in the bloody night from five years ago. On the edge of the Black Forest, three hungry wolves had me surrounded. "Maya, run!" I yelled, shoving my handmaiden away. But it was too late. Awolf's claws had already torn open her throat. Blood stained the white snow. Iclutched my silver dagger, watching the beasts close in with despair. After leaving the Blood Moon Pack, we had been lost in the Black Forest for seven days. Our food was gone, our strength depleted. Now, I couldn't even handle three common rogues. "Come on then," I said, raising the dagger. "Living is ---- just pain anyway." Just as the wolves lunged-a black shadow descended from the sky. Claws flashed, and the three wolves were torn to shreds in an instant. A mist of blood filled the air. I stared, stunned, at the man before me. He was over six feet tall, with black hair and golden eyes. Even in the freezing snow, he wore only a simple black robe. A powerful aura radiated from him like a tidal wave. He was the strongest werewolf I had ever seen. "You're hurt," he said, walking towards me. I instinctively backed away. "Stay back." He stopped, a look of confusion in his eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you." ---- The moment he spoke, a strange feeling washed over me. It was an indescribable pull, as if an invisible thread connected us. The bond of fated mates. Impossible. I'd already had a fated mate. Damon rejected me; this feeling should have disappeared. "Who are you?" I asked, gripping my dagger. "Kael," he said. "The Alpha of the Winterfang Pack." The Winter-fang Pack? The legendary, most powerful pack of the Far North. "Follow me," he said, turning towards the deep woods. "It's not safe here." "T don't need your help."