Lola’s POV

For a moment, I couldn’t move.

My wolf froze, staring up at him. Morgan’s arms were still around me, strong but careful, as if he didn’t want to frighten me again.

His eyes were warm, not threatening, but he didn’t recognize me.

He thought I was just another wolf.

My heart raced inside my wolf’s chest. I tried to reach him through the pack’s telepathic link “Morgan, it’s me. It’s Lola.“

Nothing.

The connection didn’t reach him. My wolf’s voice vanished into ...