The cold air outside the pack mansion bit at my cheeks, but it was nothing compared to the icy dread freezing my insides. I’d practically sprinted from the rink after getting a hurried, distracted permission from Coach Miller. The whispers, the rumors Sasha had heard… they couldn’t be true. Dominic, locked up? It was unthinkable.

I marched up to the main entrance, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs. Two huge guards I didn’t recognize immediately crossed their spears, blocking the ...