SONG OF THE CHAPTER: TOUCH ON ME BY OCTOBER LONDON

IVARA’S POV:

The note still burns in my pocket as I crouch outside the warehouse.

“Choose blood over bond.”

My father’s words echo like a curse, but the sound inside is louder than the muffled whines of wolves. Not wild ones or rogues. Our own.

I press my palm against the metal wall, my stomach churning. I’ve seen bikers cage wolves before, but never like this. Never organized. Never this… cruel.

Slipping through a ...