Hunter, with his penetrating golden eyes, stared at me, revealing determination in his words. “Any problem with the idea, Fierce?” he asked, his tone challenging. I wanted to confront him, and express my opposition, but without my wolf, I was temporarily powerless to do so.

A bitter laugh escaped my lips before I replied, “Will it make any difference?”

“It won't make the slightest difference,” Hunter asserted without hesitation. “The word of the Alpha King will ...