Is there such thing as second chances

Ever since the birth of Scarlett's children, Raziel had been patrolling the borders, when he wasn't patrolling the borders, he was hunting. But mostly, the Alpha was keeping an eye out for any potential intruders or lone wolves that he deemed too close to his home. Things were going to be different around here with the pups in the Valley and with him as the leader. They would not let just any wolf in anymore, they had to prove themselves worthy of entering their ranks first, it was the only way the Valley could be safe from slackers and lazy wolves.


Raz had been hunting when the howl rang through the air, the voice was familiar and he knew who it was immediately. Rhythm. Why had he recognized her voice? One, because she was his packmate. Two, because he had quite liked her when they conversed by the island last time. But things were different now, and the Roman could no longer be as lenient to wolves as before. So he set out quickly, silver paws skimming gracefully over the grassy ground before finally arriving at the entrance.

His tail rose over his back and the Roman walked regally, head held high and eyes analyzing the girl. By his posture, it was clear what his rank in the Valley was and if she did not submit to him, her journey to redeeming herself in his eyes would be harder. "Rhythm," Raziel said in his lightly accented voice and tilted his head slightly. "Come to join once more?"