Archer crossed toward me and dipped his forehead to mine, smoothing his hand down the side of my face. His touch helped thaw what the fire couldn't, and I melted into him. "Thanks for keeping her safe, Grady."

He grunted and limped from the room.

"Talkative guy, isn't he?"

"Let's not talk about him anymore," I said, remembering his mention of the other wolves. Why hadn't he told me?

"I won't." Archer's breath caressed my lips, and I leaned ...