Roan

Roan jogged out of the pack house and passed the bonfire. No one seemed any wiser about what was going on in the woods.

He was glad. He didn’t need any frantic wolves. They were already on edge from the rogues they’d captured. Them knowing about another one before the bond fire was over wouldn’t help anything.

Roan took the long way toward Jacob and the others, to avoid running into any of the wolves. Jacob’s scent led him deep into the depths of the pack’s ...