“Ryker?”
Julia’s soft voice carried through the crowd gathered in front of the Silver Fang packhouse. It was not loud. She did not need to shout. The moment the wolves heard her voice, heads turned toward her. A strange silence spread through the crowd.
Then, almost instinctively, the Silver Fang wolves standing in her path began to move aside.
One by one, they stepped back, creating a clear path for her. Julia slowed for a moment. There was something almost surreal about it.
Once, she had walked these same grounds with her head lowered. She had been an Omega then. A wolf most of them barely noticed.
She had cooked their meals, cleaned their rooms, carried supplies, and completed whatever work was assigned to her. She had learned to move quietly through the packhouse, never drawing at
