Infuriated by my big brother’s persistent rules, I jumped from my bed and slid on my shoes. I needed to be stronger; I needed to train. I had so many questions, and if no one else would give me the answers, then I’d go look for them myself.

But first of all, I needed to be strong enough to run away from the pack.

It had been five years. The pack had changed since that night, and so had Ethan.

I had been living at Vicky’s house ever since, but my brothers still ...