Mia's POV

The masked figure in front of me was deliberately masking his scent, and there was something artificial about his voice - like he was using some kind of device to disguise it. But even with all those precautions, there was something maddeningly familiar about his presence.

I know you, I thought, studying every detail I could make out. But who are you?

His aura was overwhelmingly dominant, the kind of raw alpha power that made most wolves instinctively submit. But I wasn't ...