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Asher DravenHartThe pack house always smelled of cedar and iron after a patrol—old wood, old blood. And the kind of promises you would only make when you’re ready to die for them.Tonight, it clung to my skin like smoke.I stood in my office, both hands bracing on the floor to ceiling window, staring. My eyes slid over the training yard below. Floodlights carved pale moons in the snow. Young wolves sparred in the cold, barking laughter between blows, their breath puffing in sharp white clouds.Their energy should’ve been comforting to me tonight.Instead, my chest felt tight. Too tight. Like my ribcage was caught in a vice.Behind me, my door shut with a soft click.“You’re still awake,” a voice said. It wasn’t a question. A judgement.I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. His scent said everything.Rowan Pierce. My beta, my eldest friend. He was the only person that talked to me like I wasn’t carved out of marble.He crossed the room and tossed something onto my desk. My

Savannah Whitlock.Asher didn't ask me to follow. He didn't have to. The moment my fingers slid into his palm, warmth poured through me like I pressed my hand to a heater after walking in from the freezing cold. It was immediate, shocking, and wrong but in the best way possible. His skin was hot, not fever hot, just ridiculously warm, like his body ran on a different set of rules than mine did.Or maybe I was still half frozen and my brain decided to fixate on the weirdest detail possible.Asher's grip tightened, not hard or painful, just certain. I let myself be guided, mostly because my feet hadn't gotten the memo that we weren't dying in the snow now. Even by standing by the fire in the entry room my feet still felt a little cold and unsteady.The hallway stretched ahead, lit by sconces that threw a soft golden light across dark wood and stone. The entire house smelt like pine tar, smoke, and something sharper underneath all of that. Something alive.Rowan moved with us, watchful