Chapter 4

In the pack infirmary, Anastasia coughed weakly, her scent tinged with unease as she reached for my hand. Her touch felt foreign, like a weight I couldn’t shake. I hated being here, hated the sterile smell of the place, but as the Alpha of the Silver Fang Pack, I had no choice but to attend to her needs. She was my responsibility, even if my mind was elsewhere.

“Alpha Marshall, what’s wrong?” she asked, her voice trembling.

Her use of my title grated on me, but I forced a calm expression, masking the turmoil inside. “It’s nothing. I’m just tired.…