RYKER’S POV

I had barely had enough sleep since the pack run last night. After the run, I had received a call from Alpha Dorian, one of the five elders who had carried out the tests on the twelve Alphas from the North.

He had called to inform me that the blood moon was coming closer than he thought. Something about the tides of fate and some ancient stuff I didn’t understand and wasn’t ready to understand.

Basically, there was no time, and I needed to speed up the wedding ceremony to ...