"So, you're still refusing to reveal the true depth of your scent-trail?" Hudson raised an eyebrow, his tone carrying the low vibration of a predator’s probe.

Scarlett Vale bit her lip, her internal wolf pacing as she wrestled with her calculations. Finally, with a soft sigh that didn’t reach her eyes, she whispered, "In truth, there is no grand scheme. My mind will be entirely occupied with the birth-feast tomorrow. I simply believe that since you and the Monroe girl once shared a Mate-Contract, it is better to sever the bond on peaceful terms. Once she has moved past the Silver Ridge, she will have no reason to haunt your...