Jill’s pov
I lay with my head resting against Ted’s bare chest, the heavy wool mantle draped over both our bodies. The storm outside had cleared, replaced by an eerie, freezing stillness that settled over the mountain.
Ted’s arm was wrapped firmly around my waist, his warm hand resting over my bare hip. His breathing was slow, steady, and deep, the rhythmic rise and fall of his ribs beneath my cheek grounding me in the quiet morning.
I shifted slightly, my eyes tracking the dark, jagged tribal tattoos snaked across his shoulder.
A sudden, sharp wave of cold anxiety hit my chest, making my throat tighten.
He was a rogue warrior. A masterless male from the southern ridge. And I was an Alpha's sister, a high-born female of the Red Moon Pack.
I looked at the silver brooch lying on the fl
