The rhythmic sound of hoofbeats had been Laura's only companion for hours as they traveled farther from Shadowfang territory. The mountains she'd grown familiar with over the past few days were now just a hazy outline behind them.

Alpha Dante rode ahead, his broad shoulders tense as he scanned the horizon. His two warriors flanked them, silent and watchful. No one had spoken much since they'd left, which suited Laura fine. The hollow ache in her chest made conversation impossible anyway.

As dusk approached, Dante raised his hand, signaling a stop. "We camp here tonight," he announced, dismounting in one fluid motion.

Laura looked around. They'd reached a small clearing...