into a pack of wild, non-shifting timber wolves. Instead of attacking, their Alpha trotted right up to me, bowed his head, and let me stroke his fur. The guys nearly lost their minds.

Blake swears it’s because my white wolf is a direct descendant of the Moon Goddess’s personal guardians, but whatever it is, I can’t stand seeing our kind suffer.

"The warrior is stable for now, but weak," Luke replied, his voice heavy as his dark eyes locked onto mine. "Ryder managed to burn the nectar out of the wound before it reached his heart, but it was a close call. We need your pack’s strength, Blake. We need...