andra
ed and rushed to the
ld. Her eyes were clear, her face still held a touch of youthfu
ch. The phantom pain of losing my child clenched in my gut, sharp and
Ally. Jus
ave of agony down. The vulnerability in my eyes
hat smooth, deceptively gentle tone she always used,
caving. Just like I remem
a disembodied soul fli
sparsely attended affair. My fathe
rd, toasting with champagne, celeb
ne that burned itself into my
known to the pack as the "Cold-Faced Alpha," a warrior fe
, were fixed on the stone, as if he co
a low, raw whisper, repeating
were supposed
s was a tangible force, heavier a
t. My heart ached with a sharp pang, no
the pack's strongest warrior until an injury took
tle afraid of him. I th
nce. While I was chasing a phantom, a lie named Juli
iven me a second chanc
absolute, began t
my revenge. But as a lone O
ne. A mate who would stand by
ier
or in the swirling c
ourned me. In this on
is was about forging an alliance. I had
e him my Al
uld be h
lly died down. I heard foots
ng my features into a neutral mask. I slipped b
y to pay off her credit card. To help Britany avoid being scolded, she
footsteps were soft on the
ive and cloying, a scent I now as
ails digging into my palms. The small
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