~~XANDER MORTAIN~~

~~THE ECLIPSE PACK~~

THREE DAYS LATER.

The agony never stopped.

Three days since Anika rode off with the Shadow Pack. Every hour without her was pure hell.

The curse raged unchecked. No amount of shifting or fighting could numb the pain.

My wolf, Luka, prowled inside me. He snarled and snapped at the cold void where her scent used to linger.

Conor was MIA. The bastard had vanished into thin air after his dramatic exit, leaving only his bitter threats behind.

Father had locked himself in the study for three straight days. He was still reeling from the bombshell that the girl he’d dismissed as a worthless Null...