Maverick POV

“You okay?” Storm asked.

I winced and stared at the blood oozing down my arm.

I nodded. “Fucking fine.”

He chuckled.

“You look worse than me, Storm.”

“I knew working with you would never be pretty,” he replied.

“I can’t wait to get back to football,” I mumbled.

Gage howled, and a group of wolves ran past us.

I couldn’t wait to get home to my mate. I shifted into my wolf and joined the chasing pack.

Seth wasn’t in one of our tribe packs, as we thought he ...