Quinn Montclair
I keep missing that wolf.
I don’t miss. Dad made sure of that before I was old enough to drive. Silver bolt, clean line, done. That’s the job. That’s the family business.
So why does the big white Alpha keep letting me live? Why did he crowd me into a tree, breathe me in like I was something he’d ordered, then hand me back my own crossbow?
And why did he tell me people are going missing out of Tamarack, and it isn’t his pack doing it?
I’ve got a girlfriend texting me kisses. I’ve got a father who’d put me in the ground for talking to the enemy instead of killing it.
I should walk away.
I’m going to investigate.
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Dax Holt is twenty years old, the youngest Alpha anyone can remember, and somewhere inside him a wolf looked at a hunter and said one word.
Ours.
Noah’s about to find out what that means.
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