McKenna kept repeating it in her head as though the words would root her more firmly in her own body. Today she would finally be presented to Alpha Azeo’s pack as one of their own. No more hiding in the shadows, no more standing on the edges of gatherings pretending she didn’t feel their eyes on her. She was stepping into something permanent, binding—not only to the pack, but to him.
And though her wolf thrashed with excitement, tail wagging, practically begging to rush forward, McKenna’s human heart trembled with nerves.
The oils she had soaked in still clung to her skin, warm and sharp with herbs Mckayla had given her. They were supposed to calm her, to smooth away fear. They did, in part. But nothing could mask the restless pulse of anticipation.
She stood before the mirror, fastenin
