Caitlyn could feel him more clearly now—the First Wolf. No longer a whisper in the darkness, no longer a distant hum in the recesses of her mind. His voice had grown stronger, clearer, an unrelenting presence in her veins, an intoxicating pull that seeped into her thoughts and her blood.

Alpha of the Beginning.

He called her that now, not as a title, but as an inevitability. His voice was seductive, smooth, always confident, always there, threading through her every thought, urging her to accept what she was becoming. There were moments when she couldn’t tell where his voice ended and hers began, as if he had become an extension...