After My Mate Chose Her, I Took His Pack

Synopsis

The Manhattan skyline glittered against the twilight as I stepped out of Bergdorf Goodman, my wolf restless beneath my skin. Three months. Three months since the Council declared Harrison fallen in battle, torn apart by rogues near the eastern border. Three months since I'd felt anything through our mate bond except the hollow ache of severed connection. I adjusted the portfolio under my arm—contracts that would keep the Silver Moon Pack's human investments afloat for another quarter. Someone had to keep us from drowning. Someone always had. Then the wind shifted. Cedar and rain. Sharp.