Beta Jessie Walker
The moment Amethyst hung up, the silence in the old house at Wildfire Pack was deafening. I felt Gemma’s hand grip mine, her skin cold despite the warmth of the North Carolina afternoon.
“King’s blood, Jessie,” Gemma whispered, her eyes wide with a mixture of pride and terror. “Our little girl is running from an Alpha who tried to steal a crown.”
I pulled her into my arms, holding her tight. “She’s safe, Gemma. She’s with Ethan. And she’s right—Alaric has no idea what he’s dealing with now that he’s poked the Moon Goddess’s bear.” My protective instinct, long suppressed under Alpha Joseph’s and then Alaric’s tyranny, was finally roaring back to life.
My own mind was a whirlwind of decades-old memories and fresh, blinding clarity. The years of being dismissed, of havi
