Chapter 2 White wolf

A sense of dread settled in my stomach. Spies are specially trained to endure any kind of hardship. Typhoons, tornados or avalanches…they were trained to survive them all. The fact that eight of them were missing at the same time without any hint of a natural calamity was no joke.

"But," Devon said, "The last image we got through the mind link…before they…God I don’t even know if they’re still alive...the link holds complete silence!” He chocked. I could understand what he was going through; spies were outstanding fighters, but more than that, it was the loss of several packmates that hurt the most. Pack was family. Pack came above everything else.

“What did they see?” I urged; this wasn’t just about curiosity; it was about detecting any new threats.

It was Aiden who finished that sentence. “The last things that our spies saw before the bond was terminated…was a white wolf."

Red.

Under its paws. On the ground.

Liquid red.

Heat scorched the snow, although it wasn't enough to melt, it still obscured the purity of the grounds the wolf stood on.

The human side would have wanted to question the intruders, but the wolf didn't understand reason, it believed in the most severe kind of judgment. It knew only to kill. To protect its own.

Dead.

Before they could even understand what was happening, all eight of them were lying on the ground drowning in their own blood.

The temperature chilled. Snow began to fall again, heavily.

Within a few hours, there will be no trace of the blood and gore, or the bodies.

All that will be left would be clear, unadulterated, snow.

And a wolf, just as white as the ground it stood on.

The white wolf, the most feared wolf in the world.