Kennedy

This is the second time that the howls of alarm have gone up since I arrived at this pack. The third since my birthday. Back at home, we rarely had anyone attack our pack, maybe three times in my life. But now, it seems that Quirin’s pack is always under attack.

“Get to a safe room, Kennedy,” Quirin says, leaping out of bed and throwing our door open before leaping over the banister and shifting on his way to the first floor. My father, brother, Henry, Alpha Harold, and Farrah ...