Chapter 21: Not My Mate

Vander's POV

The silver wolf before me was a magnificent sight—sleek and lithe, with fur that caught the desert sunlight and reflected it like freshly fallen snow.

Even in the northern territories, pure silver wolves were extraordinarily rare. I'd heard tales of them from the elders, whispered legends about silver-coated wolves possessing unique abilities, but I'd never seen one myself until now.