Alena

My heart hammers against my rib cage, a frantic drumbeat that mirrors the escalating voices seeping through the slightly ajar door of the pack’s meeting hall. I’m not meant to be here, lingering in the shadowed alcove, but the sharp bite of Alpha Jacob’s voice roots me to the spot.

“His presence is a blight upon our traditions!” Alpha Jacob’s snarl ricochets off the stone walls, carrying the weight of betrayal. “King Roak has no business meddling with a wolf ...