ROBERT POV
I wasn’t supposed to be running today. It was my day off, dammit. But after Luka crashed our morning with his nesting panic, and Rett started getting twitchy, I couldn’t sit still either. So I shifted. Amber had grinned like a maniac when we all bolted into the snow, leaving clothes behind and the weight of pack duties in the dust. Our wolves were faster than thought, bodies made for the wild, paws thudding on the frost-covered ground as white pines blurred past.
The cold didn’t bite. Not with Strauss in control. He loved this—being out here, wild and alive, heart thundering, with nothing but our twin and our honorary sister running beside us.
Then something changed.
Rett sprinted forward like he caught fire. His paws flew across the snow and between the trees, faster than I
