The storm from last night still hung over Silver Crest. Gray clouds just kept rolling over the territory, and that wind—cold, biting—rushed through the pack grounds, making its way into every hallway of the pack house. And somehow, it carried tension with it, like a rumor everyone could feel but no one dared say out loud.
Liana barely got any sleep.
Every time she tried closing her eyes, she heard that voice again.
Mine.
The Alpha’s wolf hadn’t whispered it. It claimed her. Possessive. Like her fate was his, like the bond between them was something deeper than fate itself.
What twisted her up inside? The worst part was, a dangerous part of her didn’t fear it. Her wolf—she actually liked it. That alone kept her restless all morning.
As she wandered down the west hallway, arms loaded w
