Kinsley’s POV

I run so far, so fast, that the cold air that sheds through my fur is almost comforting after enough time. I follow the smell of Lucas for as far as I can until I hear the lone howls sporadically popping up all around the valley that surrounds me.

My wolf sits back, waiting to pounce or be pounced on, but instead, I spot Ace Whitfield, his mortal form almost too easy to kill compared to my protective, invigorated wolf.

“You never learn, Kinsley,” Ace ...