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Alaska says. We begin circling each other and watching each other. The sexual tension, the fire between us, it is more than I can stand. "I have never met anyone like you, Alaska," I say to her. "Is that line you use on all the wolves you seduce around here?" she asks me. "That is unfair of you. Maybe they seduce me," I say. Alaska laughs. "I do not think so. You, Alpha Kai, are a dog. I can see it. Now, you got a smell of a real wolf, and you are about to lose your mind," Alaska says.

Really strange. I slipped the cell phone into my jacket and pulled the sleeves of my parka over my hands. It was January and we were in the dead of winter. The days were now so short that the sun was setting again as soon as it had made it to the sky, and the temperatures were a good substitute should the freezer fail. Every breath conjured up little clouds in front of my mouth and now that the heat of the chase had subsided, I began to freeze. Another year was behind us. It was hard to believe how quickly time could go by.

I greeted the old woman who smiled at me as I returned the book. I went through other books and searched the internet with one of the computers in the bookshop. By the time it was evening, I had already read a lot and searched for courses, but I didn't even know which one to pick. I looked outside the window, and I saw Alex's car there with him standing outside, leaning on the car. I packed my things and bid the woman a good evening before heading to Alex. As we got into the car, he handed me a small shopping bag, and I opened it to see a brand new phone. "Oh, Alex, you didn't have to."

I’m standing in a meadow, surrounded by the prettiest, most vibrant wildflowers I can find—deep purple bells, tiny white starbursts, and bold patches of fiery red. I start moving, carefully plucking the best blooms, imagining them in a chaotic, lovely bouquet. "Would she even like flowers, you fool?" Skye, my Alpha wolf who occupies the same space in my mind as the darkness, asks with his usual dry skepticism. He’s the only voice I actually want to hear up there.

A medium-weight blanket that could survive the dryer and didn’t care about spills. On my way to the register I remembered the conversation we’d had at the diner about books and the way her eyes had lit sideways when she mentioned a mystery author. Banks once showed me how to find the public side of a wish list when a pack kid didn’t know how to ask for a birthday gift. I tried the same trick now and felt briefly like a burglar when it pulled up—H. Williams—Books—all paperbacks, nothing flashy, a handful of titles I recognized and two I didn’t. I picked three, then forced myself to stop, because generosity without brakes can feel like pressure. I paid and didn’t look at the total. Wolves coun

"My mistake, what is it that I can help you with Cohen?" Alaska doesn’t even miss a beat, sounding as apologetic as pleasant for the mix up, sounding as anyone would expect her to sound. "Is Jaxson available?" Alaska stares at the small window as the first large raindrop hits the heavily weathered glass pane of the small and secluded cabin which is far away from civilization, surrounded by trees and a good distance from all pack borders, the type of place that one would expect two outcast wolves, who are for all purposes rogues, to live.

"The Great Demise: The Fall of the Moon Goddess" I turn to the first page, thankful for the late afternoon light that stretches in through the broken roof above me. Skimming over the words, I decide I should take the book back with me to read it more in-depth. The inscription in the beginning tells me that it is the history of the Alaskan pack, which is exactly why I came here. Shoving the book into my backpack, I pull the straps tight onto my shoulders before carefully stepping out of the rubble at my feet until I am outside. Going downhill takes much less time than going uphill, and I make it to the broken truck in no time.

I was late morning when Tristan entered the room pulling my head of the book, I looked at him in slight amazement. “We have the conference call in twenty minutes.” He greeted stepping into the room as I looked up. “What?” He asked and I held up the book. “Tristan, this book.” I stated not really knowing how to explain it. “It’s a novel, just a story that I found in the library, but it’s based on a family of werewolves, the two daughters, twins, were born with a special gift, they could produce fire and ice.” I uttered and watched as his brows rose. “They later became joint alphas of the their pack. Do you think this could be the story of the alpha twins that we were looking for?”

If there were answers about what I was, they would be here. I ran my fingers along the spines of the books, scanning the titles. Most of them were about pack laws, ancient treaties, and the history of alphas. Nothing useful. But then— I stopped. My eyes landed on a book that looked older than the rest, its leather cover worn with time. There was no title, no markings. Just a feeling. I pulled it from the shelf and opened it carefully. The pages were fragile, covered in symbols I didn’t recognize. But as I flipped through, my breath caught.

"He's coming, but, when I can't tell you." Dreading the next few days couldn't happen. I had to be calm. Getting the packs together was going to be hard. We were the biggest pack in America. We stayed in the HOH Rainforest of Washington State. Seattle was a little over four hours away. There was also Port Angeles and Oylimpia. Near us stood Mt. Olympus. Not the one in Greece, but the same name. Suddenly I froze. "There's no way. Is there?" Hercules said startled. "It has to be a coincidence. They were named many years apart "