The Alpha Who was Rejected by His Mate
"For what it's worth, I meant what I said. About not losing what's left."
"I believe you."
"That's new."
"Don't get used to it," I said again, though this time there was no edge in it, just the echo of an old joke settling into something gentler between us.
We were still a few dozen yards from the cabin when Ronan appeared on the path ahead, moving fast enough that I felt the good, warm ease of the evening drain out of me before he'd even reached us.
"Scouts found something," he said, breathing hard. "A camp, maybe two miles past the western saddle, well outside any territory either pack claims. Small. Well hidden. Old enough that whoever's using it has been coming and going for years withou