What More Could He Ask For? - Prologue

He had been running for what seemed like forever. Having been attacked by his own pack late last night and chased away from the only place he'd ever known, the cobalt wolf ran for his life until he could make out the first rays of the dawn. He was in so much pain. His fur was drenched in his own blood, his heavy panting was excruciating from the few broken ribs he'd received, and his aching legs bore deep bite wounds where his former pack members had tried to break his legs. They'd been out for blood. His blood. And it was all because he wouldn't accept being the mate of his former Alpha. The emerald wolf wanted him dead and the whole pack had turned on the azure Beta. He didn't know what hurt the most, the betrayal or the cold harsh winter wind that made his wounds all the more painful. His running staggered and he tripped,coming to land harshly on the cold hard ground that was blanketed with snow. The area around him turned pink with his blood as he lay there, unable to move any further. The young male could barely make out the howls of a distant pack as he went unconscious.