“I am an uncommonly powerful female.”

“You are.” I struggle to my feet and offer her a hand. She takes it.

She’s agile for her age, but she’s not too proud to accept a little assistance.

“A legend, some might say.” She brushes off her skirt. She’s wearing a white cami. Thank goodness. I don’t want to give her T-shirt back. I’m raw in my body and my mind. I don’t want to be naked.

Memories flash in my mind of the great room, surrounded by the pack, covered in blood. Draken’s unwavering voice.

I have no mate. It is known.

I shiver. He doesn’t now. I can feel the...