Jace
He stood in the car parking area out the front of the packhouse looking in the back of a truck at a scent-masked, unconscious woman that had been brought to him. She looked almost exactly like Nora herself did. A little older but definitely almost exactly the same, but there was something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.
His eyes moved to her neck as he saw filigree there. She was marked and mated, and his heart was hammering inside his chest, and not from the excitement of finding Nora, but from near on horror at the thought of it could be, and the way she was brought here.
He had no idea which pack this she-wolf belonged to, and right now he was praying damned hard it wasn’t Skylark. That King’s Eyes Luna would rain all hell down upon him if these idiots had snatched a King’
