ane

past rows of sensible sedans, the glossy plane ticket crumpled in my fist. Finn was leaning against

"Asheville? You humiliate me in front of your Warrior flavor of the week

n his eyes made me falter. His scent-usually a chaotic mix of rain and gr

hoked out, the words scraping his throat like

nn, that's suicide. Hunter is an Alpha. He'll kill

part from the inside. He still thinks she's ours. If I don't see her marked by another Alpha, if I don't wi

gue wasn't just losing a pack; it was losi

r friends," I whispered, tryi

igger my territorial instincts. I need you. You're *wolfless*. You're saf

s using my biological defect as a tool to keep himself sane. I felt sick to my stomach, disgusted by him

llow, the words tasting like ash. "This

ent of the Asheville Regional Airport wa

. Finn was completely MIA. My calls went straight to voicemail, and my texts remained unread. As a *wolfless*,

about to drag my suitcase to the taxi stand and book the first flight back

wolf. It was

id to a halt at the curb directly in front of me. The

cating, intoxicating wave of petrichor, gunpowder, and pure, unadulterated male dominance. My breath hitched.

knuckles turning white

carved from granite, and eyes that missed absolutely nothing. He was older tha

ing baritone that sent a bizarre, ele

ing against my ribs like a trapped

smirk, his eyes trailing over my sensible clo

an call me the