Jace reached for his dagger. Maren’s breath caught in her throat.A soft, steady rhythm.

Too heavy for a rat. Too slow for a patrol.Her name tasted like heaven on his lips, his wolf growling possessively as she stopped before him, her head tilted, her eyes warm. “Thank you... for letting me stay here... for giving me a chance...”

His chest tightened, his heart pounding as he fought the urge to touch her, to hold her, to never let her go. “You’re part of this pack now... no one will ...