The Heartwood i want [m]oney, and power, and champagne, and fame

His tail wagging, Avery happily followed Violante, the scent of her heat was heady in the air. Truth be told, he was ecstatic to be near her again. He couldn’t help letting out a growl as he thought about Vorilye’s carelessness. He couldn’t fathom leaving his pups without him.

Avery had always been a loner, being near so many other wolves, even if they were only pups, would be bizarre for him.

“Vorilye’s pups or not, they are our pack now.”

Avery despised the male for his continued attempt at disrupting his female’s life. I hope to meet the asshole someday so I can rip his throat out. Shaking himself, he refocused his attention on his mate.

“Our own family, you say?” Approaching his female with his tail held high, he nuzzled her enthusiastically, nibbling at her nape.