His wolf keens in his chest, his pain threading through him.

He's been quieter in the years Scarlett's been gone. His relationship with her has been strained. He thought his grief would pass eventually, but it never did. He was at last able to put his own feelings aside and focus on his endless pack duties, but to his wolf? Their mate was dead.

Nothing would ever change that.

When he consented to the mating to Sylvie, he could not own up to it. For the first time since he was an adult, he had to force himself to shift so that she and he could go running together as...