Talon and I waited for whatever was attacking the pack. My brothers were out there, in trouble.
I had to stop the bond from forcing me to run to them. I needed to be smart. If these wolves knew what we were, they’d expect me, the anchor.
Then we saw them. Wolves from another pack, dressed in dark leather, moving like predators through the trees. Their leader was tall and broad-shouldered, eyes sharp as knives. His pack followed in silence, disciplined and deadly. I felt their tension before I saw them fully.
The Alpha stood at the packhouse entrance, posture rigid and commanding. His gaze didn’t linger on the intruders, but when his eyes flicked to me, Alpha eyes, my pulse spiked. The bond inside me quivered, warning of the storm coming.
“You have no claim here,” the lead messenger gro
