Novel & Cerita Skinwalkers Book

“There’s something I need to show you.” Alice frowned as Mira pulled out a small, leather-bound book, its edges worn and stained. She handed it to Alice, her fingers brushing hers—warm, too warm. “My family’s kept this for years. It’s… history. About the packs.” Alice opened it, her hands shaky. The pages were old, filled with cramped writing and strange symbols—circles, crescents, claws. One word jumped out: Hybrid. Her stomach twisted as she read a line: Born of man and moon, the one who carries both bloods shall break or bind the packs.

"Fine. I’ll do it. But I want the wedding in a month. I want it loud, I want it public, and I want the entire Northern Territory to see it. And I want your best healers moved to my mother’s bedside tonight." "Consider it done." I hung up, straightened my shoulders, and turned my back on the garage. My boots clicked against the concrete—hard, rhythmic, and predatory. If Sienna wanted my scraps, she could have them. I was moving to the top of the food chain. As for Evan and the Quinns? They were about to find out what happens when you push a wolf who has nothing left to lose.