The Wolf's Call (Book 1)
Barefoot, hair wild, wearing nothing but thin, transparent cotton nightdress.
One of the women mutters audibly, “Simply indecent behavior for a Luna.”
Before the shame or the cold could sink in, Zeke is already moving toward me, crossing the large room in four swift strides.
He shrugs off his flannel shirt and instantly drapes it over my shoulders, the familiar weight and scent grounding me, his eyes sharp with immediate, protective concern.
“Liv—what in the Goddess’s name is wrong? Tell me now.”
I grab his arm, my voice trembling violently, barely able to force the air out. “There’s an attack coming, Zeke! Now! Rogues. Dozens of them. They’re already inside the pack borders—I just saw it, I
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