Kate’s POV

The night was too still for comfort and it was the kind of quiet that settled deep into your bones, made  you aware of every breath, every heartbeat.

Made it so that even as cold seeped into your skin it was hard to pay attention to that alone, so I stood there at the edge of the balcony of the pack house my eyes scanning the thick forest beyond, searching for something—anything—that could explain the unease twisting in my gut.

My wolf Lyka, growled low and I shifted on the balls of my feet urgency running through my veins.

I was supposed to be ok now, Sarah was...