Like she mattered. Like she had any right.
Jonas, now Alpha of the Bloodhound Pack, snarled at the memory.
The timing felt too deliberate. Too calculated.
He was sure she wanted to claim him — again.
Another desperate she-wolf, trying to bite off a piece of him.
Too bad. No one could claim him.
No one but Katherine.
And she was dead.
Gone.
Nothing but bones in the snow — if even that.
His beta had taken the call first, irritation clear on his face. He told her to f***k off and never call again.
Jonas had nodded in approval.
Until he saw the look.
Wide eyes. Frozen mouth.
Fear.
His beta stared at him like he’d seen a ghost, then tossed the phone into Jonas’s hands with a trembling grip.
"You’d better hear it yourself," he said.
“She found Katie.”
Katie?
Katie… Katherine?
