Wheeling Gull Isle Roll out the drums of war

Vectra growled as the black she wolf with the facial scar ran from them. When her alpha gave the word Vectra dived after the fleeing woman as fast as she could. Her packmates probably right at her side. It seemed this was no longer a battle, but a hunt, a hunt for a traitor. Once she was found, she was dead. Vectra followed the scent of the pregnant female and the signs of disturbed terrain. It shouldn't be hard to catch the pregnant wolf. She should be hindered by her pups. With a entire pack at the black she wolfs heels, the girl didn't stand a chance, it would have been better for her if she hadn't run to begin with. It would have been quicker for the girl.



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