Chapter Twenty Seven

They were right, Melody was in great danger, she was a very rare Golden Wolf, a highly prized mate for any Alpha. They were only born every other century, a portent sent by the Goddess to remind the Immortals she had not forsaken them. Melody was a sign from the Goddess herself that Loki had been chosen for a high office the legend said the Alpha who claimed the Golden Wolf as his Mate and would become the King of the Werewolf Packs

Loki had been so totally entranced when she had shifted into the stunning pale Golden Wolf it had not crossed his mind what it meant, all he had been able to think of was Mating with her. The Werewolf mate Bond was so powerful to all Wolves but in the Alpha Wolf, it will override all else until he is fully Mated with his chosen one. Melody’s scent had driven him crazy from the minute he had first set eyes on her and it was worse for Cronus, his Wolf as he knew Cerridwen would be happy to Mate with him, it was Melody who had prevented it until she shifted