Skylar

A burst of laughter erupts to my left, and I startle, nearly bumping into a burly werewolf who eyes me with curiosity. I offer a tight smile, then press on, my nerves strung tighter than a bowstring. Mason is close; I can feel the weight of his presence like a storm cloud on the horizon.

The clearing opens up, and there he is—Mason Lee Roseman, Alpha of the Wild Rose Pack. He's a living statue among his people, back straight as an arrow, chin held high. His presence ...