*Adam*

The massive gray wolf is right in front of me now, and in these seconds as I run toward them, a lifetime of emotion flashes in front of me.

Alpha Tristan has given me the go-ahead to take him down. Now, all I have to do is leap in and take him out. 

Alastor’s minions have backed away, and his clear focus is on the truly intimidating Alpha in front of him. He doesn’t even sense me coming. 

But all my senses are as sharp as steel, taking in a thousand mental pictures of my surroundings through scent, touch, sight, and even that basic-level sense I call instinct, which...