oe

ted game and expensive wine. I was at a high-end restaurant in the neut

ment of peace. Then a familiar, heavy scent of

empty chair beside me. He carried himself with an air of o

low murmur of the dining room ceased abruptly, the silence br

essive territoriality-a desperate attempt to

y head. The other wolves at the table began whispering. They talked

dangerous gold as he growled under his bre

eat, my vision sharpened-I could see the threads of fear woven into Jackson's

down onto his foot with the

e paling. The oppressive weight in the

my hands on my napkin, as if I h

offer a celebratory toast. I reache

tall cup of sweet juice onto the table before me with a thud that made th

ethed, pointing a finger directly at his face. She was so incensed she nearly rev

o was approaching our table. She smiled warmly and introduced him as Dominic, the

on't waste your time," Jackson sco

eed-a tumbling ball of dark fur that went by the name of Oreo. The pup ignored everyone else, making a direct l

s behavior. But when his eyes met mine, I caught something unexpected-a flicker of vu

the dog, my eyes

nversation seemed to recede, drawn back into an immense silence.

struck me with the fo

of a deep forest just after a thunderstorm, a

against my ribs. My blood suddenl

my fractured spirit, as if a wandering, home

, clawed at the walls of my mind and let

brushed against my knee. The place where he had touched me felt as if it had been br

Alpha in North America. The Moon Goddess

omones. His eyes widened-first shock, then a dark, possessive fury. He gripped