The voice that had come from the female’s mouth sent a chill though the silver male, not only did she look like the sister that he lost in the Unwritten lands, but the voice was a hunting memory of that sister. The male had assumed that the sister was dead. He had traveled though the lands trying to find her, he was even willing to make a trade with the black devil him-self that ruled the pack.
The silver male face was stone; he did not show any feelings, nor any emotions. The male really had nothing to say. The black male seemed to have everything covered with what he said. Noah truthfully did not want to be around the black male, however he stood there out of respect for the rank, respect of the rank and respect his youthful mate that Noah called friend.
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