LOGINThe howl that tore me out of sleep wasn't a full moon call. It was worse — the short, sharp, three-note alarm bark that every wolf in Redoak Hollow had drilled into their bones since childhood. Territory breach. All hands. Now.I was out of bed and half-shifted before I was even fully awake, my wolf surging up under my skin with a snarl that vibrated straight through my teeth. Through the cabin window, the tree line was already alive with movement — shadows breaking into a dead run toward the northern boundary, the same stretch Rhys and I had walked a week ago in careful, unhurried quiet.There was nothing unhurried about tonight.I shifted the rest of the way on the porch, clothes torn and left behind because there wasn't time to be precious about fabric, and I ran.The scent hit me half a mile out — rank, unfamiliar, wrong in the particular way a rogue wolf's scent is always wrong, like something that used to belong to a pack and had rotted loose of it. Underneath that, threading th
The pack had opinions, and by the end of that week, every single one of them had found their way to my doorstep in one form or another.Mrs. Adler from the general store cornered me by the bread aisle to tell me, with the particular gentleness reserved for people she thought were making a mistake, that a bond like mine and Kian's didn't come around twice in a wolf's lifetime and I shouldn't be so quick to throw it away over "understandable circumstances." Old Ferris, who'd run the pack's small clinic since before I was born, stopped me outside the post office to say the opposite — that a mate who'd let me grieve him for three years didn't deserve the privilege of my forgiveness, circumstances or not.Everyone had a verdict. Nobody had asked me for mine."You look like you want to bite someone," Reya observed, watching me stalk into the bakery that afternoon like the whole town was chasing me with pitchforks."I want to disappear for about a month," I said, dropping onto a stool behind
Kian found me two days later, exactly where he knew he would — the ridge trail above the creek, the one place in the territory that had always belonged to just the two of us before it belonged to grief.I heard him before I saw him. Wolves are quiet by nature, but a mate-bond has its own kind of hearing, and mine had been straining toward the sound of his footsteps without my permission since the moment he stepped back into my life."You used to come up here when you needed to think," he said, stopping a respectful distance away. "I figured some things hadn't changed.""Some things have changed everything," I said, not turning around. The creek moved below us, unbothered, the way it always had been through every version of my life it had witnessed. "You don't get to assume you still know me.""I know that's fair." He came to stand beside me, careful to leave space between us, and for a long moment neither of us said anything at all. "I've thought about this conversation every day for
The pack hall filled up fast for noon.By the time I got there, every bench was packed shoulder to shoulder, the air thick with the mingled scent of a dozen different wolves all keyed up on the same nervous energy. Word had spread overnight the way it always did in Redoak Hollow — not through any official channel, just through the particular alchemy of small-town wolves who couldn't keep a secret longer than one full moon cycle. By now everyone knew. Kian Ashford was alive. The Alpha's own son was walking into leadership on the same week that lie unraveled. And the woman standing at the center of it all was walking through the double doors looking like she hadn't slept in three years, not just one night.I found Reya near the back and slid in next to her, grateful for one familiar face in a room that suddenly felt full of strangers wearing people I'd known my whole life."You okay?" she murmured."No," I said. "But I'm here."Alpha Vane sat at the front of the hall — still Alpha, for
Reya drove me home because my hands wouldn't stop shaking long enough to trust them on a wheel.Neither of us talked. The wipers dragged rain across the windshield in slow arcs, and Redoak Hollow slid by outside in wet, sodium-lit smears — the diner, the feed store, the turnoff toward the pack lands where every house belonged to someone whose family had lived here longer than the town had a name. I'd grown up on these roads. Tonight they didn't look like anything I recognized."You want to talk about it," Reya said finally, "or you want to sit in it a while first?""I want to un-know it." I pressed my forehead against the cold glass. "For about ten more minutes. Then you can ask me anything you want."She didn't ask anything the whole rest of the drive. That was the kind of friend she was.My cabin sat at the edge of the tree line, small and a little crooked, the porch light Kian had installed for me the summer before he — before everything — still burning steady above the door becaus
The whiskey in my glass had gone warm twenty minutes ago, and I still hadn't taken a single sip.I just liked holding something. It gave my hands a reason to stay still."You're doing the thing again," Reya said, sliding onto the stool beside me. She smelled like woodsmoke and the lavender oil she rubbed into her wrists before every full moon, and under the bar's dim lights her eyes flicked gold, then brown, then gold again her wolf pacing just under her skin, restless the way it always got this close to a shift. "The staring-into-nothing thing. People are starting to ask if you're broken.""I am broken," I said. "I thought that was public record by now.""Cute. Drink your drink."I didn't.Three years. Three years since Kian Ashford had gone up against the Hallow Creek rogues and not come back, since I'd stood at the edge of the pack lands and screamed his name into the tree line until my throat gave out, since Alpha Vane had put a hand on my shoulder and said the words that ended my







