I could feel McKenna’s restlessness before she even spoke. Through our bond, her emotions bled into me—sharp and unfiltered. The discovery that the two shifters who had raised her were not her real parents had cracked something open inside her. Rage came first, like a forest fire. Then confusion, worry, and—most painful of all—an oceanic sadness when she realized they had harmed her true parents.
I’d sent warriors to search for them and bring them to our pack grounds. The moment I told her, some of the tension drained from her shoulders. She didn’t pull away from my touch, though I could still feel the tremor of her grief beneath her skin.
But when I looked into her eyes, a flicker of something else flashed there—something dark and inevitable. A glimpse of a future I wasn’t sure I could
