na Thor

e from a fevered dream. My inner wolf was instantly o

o the warehouse, dragging one leg behind him. The man was covered in blood. The coppery scent was o

A Rogue. Solitary wolves were notor

silver dagger from his boot-the metal glinted menacingly in the dim light-an

ehead beaded with sweat. The agony of silver on werewolf fles

from outside the warehouse. "He

his wound was broadcasting his location like a beacon. His gaze swept the dark ware

he eyes of a predator. I was sure h

ly rasp, cut through the darkness. "Help me," he commanded. "Ge

inner wolf assessed calmly. *But the s

ue?" I whispered back, my

heavy, metal medallion, carved with an intricate crest I didn't recognize, was att

ce strained. "Present it in any Northern territory, and it's good for on

med to pulse with an ancient power. I didn't know if he was tel

e getting closer, louder.

uelty. I had nothing. This man was a risk,

said, my voice steadier n

licker of what looked l

e me. I stepped out from the shadows and moved toward him, dropping into a crouch beside hi

m my fingertips, not warm like a healer's magic, but crisp and clean like frost. It settled over him

lding... it was unlike anything he'd ever encountered. It was so pu

doors of the warehouse. "The scent ends

d. "He must have made for the river to

es, they thundered ba

, a wave of dizziness making me stumble. Usi

d searching, a complex mix of suspicion, cu

he asked, his vo

his gaze with a coldness that mirrored my own newf

nded king in disguise and a girl who was no longer jus