I remain motionless, studying her. She should have caught my scent at once; any shifter would detect another of our kind from this distance. Yet she seems completely unaware of what I am, relying entirely on her human senses.

“Come on!” She brandishes the knife. “If you’re going to attack me, at least have the balls to do it face to face!”

The casual profanity surprises me. Most pack females are more restrained. There’s a rawness to her that is completely different from Harper’s calculated charm. I study her, curious.

I’m not easily intrigued, but this tiny slip of a woman manages to hold my attention.

After searching for another...