We arrived at the pack house, and Ripley was already waiting for us.

Mom stood next to her in front of the house, both wearing worried expressions.

I walked into the pack house, and they all followed me. Dad and Derick had also arrived. The tension in the air was thick, and my wolf was angry.

I was angry. We both wanted blood.

“Ripley, we have a situation, and your ability is highly needed,” I told her.

Ripley is a pack member and one of my trusted allies. She is both a werewolf and a witch. Her father was mated to a witch, and together they had her, making her...