Maristella WinterfangThe dark obsidian phone buzzed in my hand, vibrating with the freezing pulse of a rejected bond. I pressed the mark to connect, my breath raspy and raw in the silent carriage."What is it?" Alaric’s hard voice hit me like a whip, laced with the heavy, unyielding snap of an Alpha's impatience."Do not push your shift too late tonight, Lord Thorncroft," I said, my voice completely stripped of my usual soft omega submission. "It will drain your wolf's blood.""I have pack matters to oversee," he growled cold, ending the link before I could breathe another word.I stared at my small, heavy reflection in the glass, my four-foot-five frame sitting dense and sturdy against the leather seat, my deep dark skin flushed hot with suppressed rage. My omega wolf whimpered under my ribs, her spirit dying a little more with every beat of my heart.Three years ago, I fell into the churning rapids near the Silverhoof Trail by Moonlake, my short legs caught in the deadly river weed
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