Wait a minute—hadn't Juke say only an alpha could change people to wolves? His venom would just kill them... Shit.
What choice did he have? Go to Greenland with the hot guys, or stay here in the States and become a mass murderer—not by choice—through instinct.
The truth was a bitter pill to swallow. There was no real choice in this. He had to go, whether he wanted to or not. Juke had claimed him, and if he ordered him to go with them, Dale knew he’d have a hard time trying to refuse his request. Did he even want to refuse?
His mind wavered, battling stubbornness and practicality. He sat down heavily on the arm of the sofa, running a hand through his hair, the strands sticking up like a bird’s nest after all his nervous pacing. He let out a sharp exhale, staring at the floor.
He was just being stubborn—and without good reason. What was the worst that could happen?
I’d get a free skiing holiday out of it, he thought, trying to muster some humor to push through the rising panic. Then, un
