KAEL

We came back to the Ashford territory on a Sunday morning, and the pack was waiting.

Not because I'd announced it — I'd told Marcus and no one else, wanting the return to be quiet, private. But wolves are wolves, and the bond network that connected every member of the pack to its Alpha had apparently been transmitting my emotional state with the subtlety of a foghorn. They knew I was coming back. They knew I wasn't alone. And by the time our car came through the gates, the front steps of ...