A tall, muscular man strode into the room with the kind of authority that made the air shift around him.

His hand rested casually in his coat pocket, but there was nothing casual about the predatory way he moved.

Flanking him on either side were two identical girl twins, I realized both with the same sharp features and calculating eyes.

“Alpha Kyle,” one of my captors said immediately, his tone deferring and respectful as he stepped aside to make room.

Alpha Kyle.

The name hit me like a lightning bolt, and suddenly fragments of memory came rushing back. Conversations from my time at Pearl Harbour Pack with Nathaniel.

Warnings whispered...