Harley’s P.O.V.

The echo of Carlos’s calm and steady Alpha tone in my head soothed my taut muscles, offering me relief. I was pretty stumped how a man could have so much effect on me on such a short period.

However, an exchange of loud, guttural growls spiked my pulse, activating my survival instincts. I inched towards the ditch, crouching low behind the bushes to be invisible.

Hiding in the bushes was a softer bet!

I had deleted Carlos’s number and after burning all the bridges, there was no option left. My inability to remember phone numbers left me alone in this critical condition.

Gazing intently, I spotted wolves fighting...