CHAPTER 29 The Chase

  Tristan POV

  My Gamma's voice rings out in my mind, waking me from the most glorious dream. My wolf was chasing a white wolf through a forest. The scent of vanilla swarmed around me as we ran, and I knew I was pursuing my mate.

  'Alpha!' Michael's voice echoes in my mind again.

  I roll over in my bed and look at the clock. It is barely 3:00 a.m. 'What?' I groan back through the link.

  'We have caught the scent of a rogue on pack territory,' Michael informs me.

  I pop up in my bed at the thought of a rogue being on our territory. 'How the fuck did they get past the guards?'

  'It would appear they came in with another member of our pack,' Michael says hesitantly.

  "Fucking Mason," I growl aloud. I told him he couldn't bring his new toy into the pack unless I met her first.

  'Do you want me to take care of it?' Michael asks.

  'No, I will take care of this on my own.' I close the mind link and pull on shorts and a t-shirt.