Rebecca

In the morning, others were already outside when I stepped out of the cottage, a pack of mismatched wolves and rogues-turned-allies who still hadn’t figured out whether they followed Maximus because they trusted him… or because they were too afraid not to.

Lucian had the map spread across the hood of an old truck, tracing the route with his finger. “Two days to the pass if we move fast. Three if the weather turns.”

Maximus joined him, his presence pulling ...