At Nightshade Pack, dawn's pale fingers crept through the cracks in Alpha Cade's curtains, painting sickly stripes across his sleep-ravaged face. He hadn't slept. Not a wink. Every dream, every closed-eye moment had been a torment, the feeling of Zyra making love with the Lycan bugged him.

Zyra his rejected mate is now bounded to another, happy with him and all he feels is pain.

The knowledge sat in his gut like a lead weight, a dull ache that pulsed with a rhythm that mirrored the absence of ...