Ouroboros Spine It's a dangerous game

Winter was the time for mating, in traditional wolves. Pups conceived in the depths of the frost-bitten season were born in spring, when they were more likely to be supported by the pack. Though other wolves had their pups in other seasons, it was fitting that Cara, the follower of a traditionalist queen, and once one her own, would choose now to conceive. Though it might just be coincidence as well.

The assassin stepped forward as Cara responded to his teasing question with one of her own. The Beta licked her forehead gently, then pressing the bottom of his jaw onto the top of her head. "Gladly. I just can't see you with anyone else, and I think everyone would agree with me." He wondered if any wolf would challenge her for right to mate with her. Had any male taken a fancy to her? Even if they did, he would retaliate with swift and brutal retribution.