Onyx stood next to me and grunted, shaking her head a bit. The aura around her shifted, and her muscles strained in alarm, ready to attack. Her tension kept rising as the thudding paws on the ground approached us. Her eyes widened, and she flinched. She lowered her head and pulled her lips into a snarl. Her insecurity transformed into determination, and she scratched the snowy earth with a paw.

When the figure we were both expecting jumped out from between the trees, I gasped, and my mate started to step forward. I rushed in front of her, not able to let her attack. This was her Alpha. Her family....