Zaria.

The second howl rips through the night like a blade carving down my spine.

It isn’t Jasper. It isn’t Levi. It isn’t Oscar.

No, this sound is older. Wilder. It vibrates through the marrow of my bones, and my wolf flinches. Not in fear no, my wolf doesn’t know fear but in recognition.

Something I was never meant to hear again.

The clearing shifts with it. Jasper stiffens, every vein in his neck standing out like ropes ready to snap. Levi’s smirk fades, his wolf shoving ...