Modric pushed through the heavy wooden doors of the pack house, his boots echoing on the stone floor. The main hall was filled with the low rumble of voices—his betas and warriors gathered around the long table, maps and patrol reports scattered everywhere. The full moon’s pull still lingered in the air, making everyone edgy.
He had run straight back after watching Naida disappear into the trees. Her taste still burned on his tongue. Her scent clung to his clothes. His wolf paced restlessly inside him, demanding he go after her, claim her properly, bury himself deep until she stopped fighting.
Not yet.
“Alpha,” Beta Jax stood first, eyes sharp. “The rogue made it back. Said a hunter attacked him. Female.”
Modric stopped at the head of the table, arms crossed over his broad chest. His s
