LOGIN“I know your spirit better than you’d like to admit.”As much as she hungered to deny it, she couldn't. They were cut from the same jagged stone. They were both bastards at the core, yet loyal to a fault—even if they wore that loyalty like armor—looking at Grant was like staring into a pool of still water, a reflection of every grace and every horror within herself.It was the reason they had ignited in the first place. It was also the reason they could never run as a pair.Rather than answering the jab, Serena stepped around him, determined not to let him see her resolve crack. “I am retreating to my furs.”Unfortunately, her paws faltered as she neared the exit, and she had to seize the stone wall to keep from collapsing. She was more far-gone than she’d calculated, an issue that wouldn't have mattered if she were alone, but the last thing she wanted was for Grant to witness her stumble.Never one to miss a kill-shot, Grant’s hand was on her elbow in a heartbeat. “You require a guid
At the start, my haze-filled eyes didn’t register his shadow in the frame, but as the doorway finally snapped into focus, Serena permitted her lips to curve. She was relieved it was this specific wolf out of the two missing from the pack-gathering.He crossed the threshold with a predator’s grace, making a point to thud the heavy oak shut behind him, stifling the boisterous howls from the rest of the manor. The sudden silence was absolute.“Serena.”“Grant,” she answered, raising her arms high in a languid, feline stretch. She could feel his golden-brown eyes tracking the pale skin of her ribs as her tunic shifted upward.You may despise my scent, but you cannot resist the pull.His gaze was clouded with a dark, amused heat. “You’re intoxicated on the mash.”She made a clumsy attempt to right herself but found the gravity of the room far more treacherous than she’d anticipated. Her vision swam by the time her paws hit the floorboards, a jagged giggle vibrating in her throat. “It would
"What are you tracking?" I asked, a low-frequency attempt to shatter the heavy, static silence of the den.Serena tilted her head, her silver hair spilling over her shoulder as she stared at the flickering images of a historic war-flick on the screen. "An old chronicle of the Great Divide. I cannot bring my wolf to focus on the scents of the past, though."I let out a soft rumble of agreement. "The sun has set on a grueling cycle.""That is the understatement of the moon," Serena murmured, her claws raking idly through her hair. "I should not have entered this territory. I’ll need an elder to examine my spirit when I return to the North, because agreeing to run with this pack was likely the most mindless leap I could have made.""It isn't mindless," I countered, though my own instincts understood her hesitation. Had our positions been swapped, I wasn't certain I would have stepped foot on a trail led by her. "You have every right to be in this den; these males were once part of your o
There was this one twilight when I was trying to settle you in your furs,” Richard had told her, as he had done countless times across the years. “We’d been trekking through the woods all day and you were spent, but the last thing you wanted to do was close your eyes. You glared and bared your tiny gums and whined, completely refusing to yield. Eventually, you drifted off, but when you woke… Oh boy, you were purely lethal.”At that point, he would always grin down at his little terror of a daughter and wrap an arm around her.“Every time your eyes met mine for the rest of the sun-cycle, your face would flush red and you’d snarl like I was a rival alpha. Best part is, you still wear that exact expression today.”I knew I certainly did. Only it wasn't my father who was feeling the bite of it these days.“Harrison, I swear by the Mother, if you don’t stop growling about her presence, I will bar you from the den for the remainder of this entire hunt.”“But I just don't scent the logic,” h
This time, as she sought to break her gaze and retreat, I clamped my fingers around her forearm. “I am speaking with a true tongue, Serena. I’m testing this fresh path where I offer grace to those who have acted like complete curs toward me. And listen, if I can find it in my spirit to grant peace to Harrison for clawing my shoulder in the sixth winter and getting me exiled from the mid-day run, I believe I can extend that same peace to you.”Her eyes dropped to where my hand held her skin, but when she looked back up, the frost in her expression was cracking. “Look at you, playing the noble High Alpha of forgiveness.”I released my grip. “I thought the role might suit me. So, what is your howl?”Serena remained hushed for a heartbeat, then flashed a predatory grin that made it painfully clear why so many unmated males lost their senses around her. “Tracking through the mud is for the low-ranked strays. I say we commandeer my sire’s private sky-vessel. We can reach the Northern Glades
Speak for your own bloodline," Grant grunted, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly rumble. "My sire and dam made it clear they’d only acknowledge my achievements once I’d claimed a Master’s rank in the High Council. They certainly aren't scenting the air in that crowd today.""You see?" I said, gesturing toward Grant to drive the point home to Preston. "Even his own cold-hearted elders don't consider this display of pageantry worthy of their time."Preston still looked as though he were fighting his own instincts, his tail-bone twitching with indecision. "What would we even track instead of this ceremony?"I scanned the circle of males, an idea catching fire in my mind the moment my gaze locked onto Harrison’s amber eyes. "How about a run? A return to the Northern Glades—the weekend of the Great Hunt, two-point-oh?"Grant and Oliver were instantly baring their teeth in feral grins of approval. Preston shrugged, though the spark of excitement in his eyes gave him away, and Harrison







