Chapter 1

Just as the sun started to shine through the glass wall of my room, I opened my eyes to look over the green fields of the hills stretching out for miles in every direction. My favourite thing to see in the morning.

Looking at my land with pride, I dragged my sore muscles from yesterday's training out of bed and walked onto the balcony. I love summer. The grass just screams at you to come and have a run and my wolf itched to feel the dirt of his territory beneath his paws again. Turning around and walking back into my unnecessarily big room, I picked up my phone to check what was on the agenda for the day.

Right. The funeral.

My morning went as always. Got up, shaved, showered and went downstairs. Rita was already busy with breakfast when I got there. “Morning Alpha,” Rita greeted. Her dark hair and brown eyes always reminded me of my mother. Maybe that’s why I kept her around for so long. Plus, she was the best cook in the pack.

“Morning Rita. That smells amazing. Has Jason come by yet?”

“No Sir, but he linked me a little while ago saying he will be here soon. Are you ready for breakfast? The eggs are just about done.”

“Thanks. Yes please, I’m starving!” That earned a laugh form Rita. “You really are exactly like your father was, Sir,” she said with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. Rita had cooked for my mom and dad too. She has been around since I was born, so after my mother died, and I took over as Alpha, I insisted she cook for me. She never did disappoint. As I was eating, I thought about what I had to do today.

I had to bury my father.

Exactly a week ago today, he was attacked by the biggest group of rogues to ever be seen together in the same place. He died a hero, saving his pack by alerting the warriors but being overwhelmed in the process. Fifty to one. Not even he could beat those odds, and he was one of the strongest Alphas I knew. His strength diminished slightly after my mother died seven years ago, when I was 14. She gave me most of my characteristics, where I got my build from Dad. She was the kindest, most intelligent person I have known to this day. I don't know who i'd be if she didn't raise me for the first fourteen years of my life. It's said that you never fully recover from losing a mate, and that was evident in my father. Especially if your mate was like my mom.

He remained kind, taught me the values of a good Alpha and told me about mates and the legends surrounding our kind. Like, how meeting a mate is the best moment in your life, the legend of the extinct silver wolves and how pure silver can kill us. The last one was just a myth though, werewolves can only die by decapitation, wolfsbane poisoning, having a heart ripped out and the loss of a mate.

Now, after today, the next task I have to do seems even more daunting now that I think about it. I had to look for my mate.

A knock on the door ripped me from my thoughts. “Alpha Ambrose? It’s Jason,” the head of my Beta and second in command peeked through the door. “Jason! Yes, please do come in. We have much to discuss. I know you already have everything in place for today, but I want to run the program by you again as I'm not sure how the pack will respond after I announce to them I want to leave right after the funeral of their last Alpha, but they need to understand this pack needs its Luna now more than ever. I need her more than ever.” Jason looked down for a moment, as if he was contemplating what to say. After another second or two he replied, "I understand Alpha, as I have my mate, and I will help the pack understand and respect your decisions."

We walked to my office and just before I pushed the door open and I could reply to what he said my Commander linked me.

"Alpha! We have a rogue! West side of the territory, seems to be alone, but we need you, because...Well, you see..." I didn't need this today. I really didn't.

"Well? What? You've handled a dozen rogues before. How is this any different?"

"Because, well, uhm, her coat is pure silver."