Scarlett

The quiet hum of the night settled over the packhouse, but sleep was far from my grasp. Alisha’s words churned in my mind, relentless as waves crashing against a stubborn shore.

“She doesn’t see what’s right in front of her!”

I pressed my hand against the cool window glass, gazing into the darkness where our pack’s territory stretched endlessly. Tonight, the vast expanse felt suffocating. Within me, my wolf stirred uneasily, sharing my disquiet.

Nina’s tear-streaked ...