Moira’s POV

“Wolves,” Levi said, his voice low, edged with something primal. “A tracking party. Three… maybe four.And they're Close.”

My blood went cold. I froze, barely breathing.

He turned to me sharply, eyes narrowing. “Are they after you?”

My mouth opened, but the words tangled in my throat. My heartbeat thundered in my ears.

“I… I don’t know. Maybe.”

That was all the answer he needed. His jaw tightened.

“Then we don’t wait to find out,” he ...