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Recently. Wolf. Jaxon tensed immediately. “We’re not alone.” Riley nodded and stepped inside. On the far side of the train car, tucked beneath the metal bench, was a rolled-up canvas. Riley pulled it out. It was a painting. Rough. Charcoal and oil. It showed a wolf standing in a firelight. Alone. With a mark carved across its chest. Jaxon crouched next to her. “That’s your mark.” She flipped it over. On the back was a single phrase:

Heart lurching into my throat, I was almost sick. Russell stood at the door, a few fading scratch marks on his neck and bare chest and a shirt tied around his waist. His skin was pale, and he was clutching his side. Between that and the fact I didn’t see any other wolves with him, my every limb shook, and I thought I might crumple under the pressure. My wolf surged forward, keeping me standing. Even though she couldn’t speak, the message was clear—we would not look weak.