Billie

Joseph Nym was dead. My sister’s fated mate was dead, and she was the one who ripped out his throat.

The sight and smell stayed with me long after Aislin ushered me back to the pack house, while Oslo gathered with Gavin and the other members of Grandbay that came to his call. Back in my human form, I sat on a couch in the pack house and stared, shocked, trying to process everything. “I wasn’t that close with him,” I told Aislin when she asked. “I only met him a couple ...