Joaquin teared up wolf after wolf. Black smears of stinky blood trailed on the thick vegetation. The cries and rumbles on his chest suggested something that scared her thoroughly.

'He's getting feral...'


With every passing second, acknowledgement and sobriety was clouded by a white mist in his eyes.

A minute later and he won't be able to recognize any person. Even Penelope.

Blue wolves are extinct.


Blue wolves are dangerous.

There came a slight twinge of anxiety in Penelope's movement. She hesitantly move a step forward before calling out his name. The chilling smell of frost pine and earth alerted her wolf. She was never this confused before.


'Do I help him? If I do, he might take my head off!' Mate or not, this is a matter of consequence for her own safety.

"Joaquin! Calm down!"

Penelope doesn't know how to soothe him down. They are not yet mated. Chances are, this blue wolf will run to her straight and claw her heart out.

"Joaquin! It's me! Your mate!" she yelled. Two seconds later, Penelope's brown beta wolf graced the land again to ran before her mate. 'Joaquin!'

Joaquin faltered his steps. He turned his eyes menacingly towards her. Red tinge warmed his frosted irises. It was majestic; and frightening.

Penelope's consciousness has clouded over by the need to appease Joaquin's wolf. The domineering howl coming from his bloody mouth made her wince and whimper. It should never be like this.

All Joaquin had ever wanted was a short dip in the river and not a full-on bloodbath!

Splatters of light rain patted Penelope's fur. The rusty scent of blood made her nervous for an ambush from Joaquin.

She tried to communicate with him but the alpha wolf's eyes was unfocused and not willing. 'Lance is safe!' Pen breathed a sigh of relief when she heard a pained sigh went past her ear. It was Lance.

Two wolves stared at each other amidst the gently pouring rain. Both at the end of their tails and observing. Joaquin doesn't seem to recognize her. Penelope doesn't mind it—it was understandable since his snout and fur had been soaked with black. He could only smell the disgusting blood from the rogues.

It seems that his eyes still cannot see her too based on his shuffling feet and tilted head, and that fact broke her heart.

"Hold him down, Ms. Blacke."

Lance's words entered her mind. Penelope hastened to look in his direction but the guy was missing. Her ears twitched as his words followed, "I used the last bit of my energy to call Adarmus. Don't let him run wildly. Don't try to come close. He might kill you too."

'He might kill me 'too'? Penelope's eye-sockets warmed with tears. Does this mean Lance is gone?

'Lance, who's Adarmus? Why did you call him?'

A gurgling sound erupted from Joaquin's throat. Penelope sniffed the air and squinted.

"He's Joaquin's father." A brief paused between his sentence before he whispered, "The first blue wolf."

Lance heaved his last breath. Penelope halted all her movement and bowed. A mournful cry broke her trance. It was Joaquin. He's calling his cousin back as if he sensed his passing.

Lance is dead, and it was her fault. She didn't even get the chance to watch as his body fades with the rain.