"Fair point..." Harper Bennett exhaled, yielding to the grim logic. "Hudson isn’t like the low-born wolves. He doesn’t just bark; he bites."

Harper was about to ignite the carriage’s movement when she paused, her voice dropping an octave. "But what if he catches the scent of the pup, Avery? Have you truly prepared for the moment the Alpha realizes you’re carrying his heir?"

Avery’s gaze drifted to the passing forest. She shook her head. She had no strategy for that storm; she only lived in the hope that she could outrun the clouds before they broke.

Turning the focus, Avery signed to Harper, asking for a specific favor regarding the...