sharp, coppery scent of blood. Aria Wynn kept her cloak tight around her slender frame, eyes scanning
of moss and branches hidden beneath a fallen oak. Inside, a rogue wolf lay shivering on a b
le, glowed faintly as she pressed them against the injury. The wolf whimpered,
itor, a danger to her kind. Healers weren't meant to help outlaws. But Aria ha
ration. Her head jerked up, and she grabbed
a hood drawn low over his face. But it wasn't his size or the faint scent of wolf clinging to him that made
on P
the dagger. "You've g
replied. "You're healing ro
eople. War or no war, I won't l
er. "Then you're braver t
do you
His voice lowered, the weight of his words curling around her like the encroaching fog. "You
s from dying rogues about power-hungry alphas gather
war
ares healers. And because..." He hesitated.
ished into the trees, his scent f
breathing had evened out, his pain dulled. She packed her herbs, hois
more out there,
ient woods were alive with sounds , the soft hoot of an owl, the rustle of unse
ng before sh
Massive, his fur pitch-black except for a silver streak down his spine. Even in his animal form, the
er knees beside h
bs, a brutal slash across his neck. No ordinary wolf sur
a pale glow around them. The light revealed something that made her heart skip
ach turn
ackmoo
t council gathering. Kade Varyn, Alpha of the Blackmoor, known across the
e, alone, broken and
s for kindness. They took what they wanted and crushed anything in their path. B
, Aria. Even the ones the w
mn
ing her, as if his body rejected the touch of magic itself. He groaned
beat, the w
e, voice rou
p...
"Hold on, Alpha. I'm
he wa