About an hour later, it was nighttime at the Lightmoon pack grounds.
Dax walked slowly through the trees, making his way back from where Bentax had taken them.
The moon was bright. It shone through the thinning forest as he got closer to the pack compound, illuminating his shredded muscular form.
Every inch of his body was tight, every line was defined.
Dax’s form was glorious.
And he hated it.
His form was what had taken away from his pack, his family, Corien; even before that she-wolf his brother, his friend – now his prisoner and enemy – had married, had shown up.
But that was not what was on pack Alpha’s mind as he made his way back to his people.
His thoughts were fully focused on how Marian, the last person on earth who stood between him and his brother, had attacked him.
