Morning light crept through the tall windows, pale and soft, brushing Arielle’s lashes.

She stirred in her sleep.

Then she felt a presence, her wolf instincts were always sharp.

Arielle's eyes snapped open.

Ethan stood near the window, arms folded, his broad frame outlined by the rising sun. He wasn’t looking at her, his gaze was fixed outside, sharp and distant, as if he had been there long before she woke.

Her heart jumped into her throat.

“Alpha Ethan,” she said quickly, pushing ...