ELENAThe ride back to the hotel was quiet.Not the comfortable kind of quiet. The kind that buzzed with tension, heat pooling just under the surface of my skin. I kept my hands folded in my lap like a proper diplomat—like a woman who hadn’t just spent the last hour wrapped around her lover in a ste
"Still counts."He smirked but didn’t argue.Eventually, the road narrowed into a gravel turnout. A young wolf stood there beside a snowmobile, already shifted, tail flicking. Derek turned off the car and nodded toward the trail ahead."Don’t worry. You’re not driving.""Thank the Goddess," I mutter
DEREKThe summit hall was finally quiet.The ceremonial chamber, once filled with the voices of delegates arguing over rogue threats in Europe and shifting alliances, now echoed with only the whisper of the wind through the old stone rafters. I stood by the arched window, watching snow swirl beneath
The air grew colder the higher we climbed, and inside the car, condensation fogged the windows. Derek’s hand was resting on his knee, relaxed, but his eyes tracked the horizon with quiet precision.A man preparing for something. A man stepping into territory where he’d be watched from the moment he
ELENA"Silverclaw," Derek said.It was quiet. Just the word. One word, one name—but it detonated in my mind like a stone cracking glass.Silverclaw.I blinked at him.Moonstone’s generational enemy.The pack our grandparents warned us about. The one they said would slit our throats in our sleep if w
More than before.More than I ever thought possible.***The next day, I had barely made it back to Silverclaw before Joe flagged me down.“Don’t forget,” he said, dropping a folder on my desk. “You’ve got that trip coming up.”I blinked. “What trip?”Joe gave me a look. “The one you insisted we boo