Chapter 6

The tires of our armored SUVs crunched heavily over the frozen gravel of the Silverfang border. I stared out the tinted window, my heart pounding a steady, rhythmic drum against my ribs. It wasn't fear that made my pulse race. It was anticipation. Beside me, Jackson’s massive hand rested protectively over my flat stomach, his thumb drawing slow, soothing circles against the thick fabric of my midnight-black coat.

We pulled into the main pack square. Through the glass, the ghosts of my past materialized into pathetic reality. Alpha Reid stood at the center of the courtyard, his chest puffed out…