CARA’S P.O.V. After Aquila died, I’ve never been able to properly love again. Although, I had set my eyes on Khan. Khan had such power in his speech and mannerisms. We, the West pack, have conquered and dominated much, if not all, of the West, including the town, thanks to his leadership. I wondered if I had a chance with him. I have only spoken to him three times and they were all reports about hunts. If only we could have a proper conversation alone. I’ve witnessed him transform into a beautiful grey wolf and under the grace of the full moon, his fur glows. Khan in his normal man form, he was what I believed would be classified as perfect. I fancied him but something just kept me away from him. Aquila was just as perfect as Khan and as powerful too. Maybe I couldn’t talk to Khan after all. I, Cara, was blamed for killing Aquila, my mate, Khan’s brother; of course he hated my guts. I sat quietly in the café, staring at the coffee I had ordered. I barely took any sip of it, I just let
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