Alpha Kazan and his hybrid mate
"The Primal Hunt has grown desperate. They are tearing the mortal and immortal realms apart to draw the god-light to the surface, and they have struck a vein. Your training is only half complete, Little Winter, but the scales of destiny have just tipped; if you stay hidden for the remaining six months to save your daughter's soul, there will be no pack left for you to return to."
The Keeper reached beneath the heavy, shimmering folds of his iridescent cloak and withdrew a slender, pulsing band of pure, solid starlight that hummed with a quiet, celestial gravity. "Her training is an unfinished symphony, Darling Kate, but this will act as the anchor she needs," the ancient god murmured, gently