Roman landed in a blur of fur and claws onto the stone balcony of the Warfur Pack Alpha’s office with a controlled growl. His gold eyes gleamed under the setting sun before he walked through the opened balcony doors. The shift came mid-step, bones crunching and reforming until Micah strode into the room barefoot, body slick with sweat and eyes sharp with leftover adrenaline. He barely glanced at the shifting hologram screen Laurie tapped on as she entered through the office door.

“The hunt didn’t turn up much?” she asked without looking up, her voice tight but calm.

Micah huffed, still breathing hard from the last stretch back as he...