Chapter 62

• Summer POV
• Ezra’s wolf prowled around, sniffing bushes and staring at trees. I sat with my legs folded in front of me while he eased his rage doing whatever it was he was doing. I think we ran out of Whispering Hollow grounds and ventured into one of Ezra’s tribe Packs.
• When Ezra conquered other Packs he liked to take the Packs closest to Whispering Hollow. The Broken Creek Pack had to be one of the furthest Packs. It smelled like a bunch of foreign wolves all over. They were wild tonight, but Ezra wasn’t worried.