scent; her wolf perked up in alert at the familiar presence in her father's pack house.

"What the hell are you doing here, Callox?!" her father growled loudly, his voice shaking the entire core of the building.

A soft chuckle followed her father's growl. The chuckle sounded so familiar—like the man from that night.

"The hell?" she whispered, pressing her ear against the door, and then she heard it again. That voice... He was the one. The father of her baby was right in her father's pack.

Unexpected flashes from that night ran through her mind like a broken tape. She reached for the door handle and, surprisingly, it was...