Chapter 3

Pain, sharp and relentless, tore through every fiber of my being.

When I opened my eyes, a beautiful woman with pitying eyes looked down at me.

"Miss, your pup... we couldn’t save it," she said softly.

My fingers tightened, and my gaze darted around the room, wary and alert.

"Where... am I?"

Seeing my reaction, her expression softened, and she took my hand gently.

"Don’t be afraid. This is Shadow Creek Pack territory. We’re just low-ranking pack members here.

"My name is Macy Mitchell, and this is my son, Issac. What’s your name?"

I stared at her, barely thirty, and…