My heart stutters with relief, and then gladness. When he comes to a halt beside me, I plunge my fingers into Kennedy’s thick, silky pelt. He stares toward camp with his unearthly silver eyes, lips peeled back from inch long incisors. It’s clear he wants to go after them, but that he won’t leave us to do it.

“You came to my rescue,” I murmur. This is such a risk for her. The wolf growls low in the back of his throat, and then he licks my hand.

“What did they want?” Mari asks. “Were they messing with you ‘cause you attacked Haisley?”

“Kind of?” Haisley is a Byrne—Calvin’s cousin...