[MOMENTS EARLIER]
Five days had passed since the Alpha Convergence, one in which Wolf King Asher had told all the Alphas and Betas present that he would obtain his mate, the Luna of the Tribe, before the next meeting in less than three weeks.
He sat within his cave as he thought of the next step, or how he would be able to achieve the goal he set for himself and the word he gave the Alphas. His black hair dropped, covering his sharp eyes and slightly pointed nose. His chin rested on his hand as he pondered on the matter.
Asher didn’t know what to do anymore. The matter was not so easily solved by his fist, claws or intimidation. Finding a mate was something beyond even his own power. For someone such as him, this was rare, unheard of even. But such was the reality of his circumstances.