Sydney

Snow covers the normally golden plains on the outskirts of Moorn, a small territory far outside of the city center. It took a full day to reach this place, this hovel between two hills where the distant border of Eastonia looms.

I don’t want to be here. The distance between Sarah and the damning truth between us is excruciating, damn near tearing me apart.

But I’m still an Alpha. Still a royal. And there are some things I just have to do.

The wind rushes through my fur as I wait beside my father, who’s also in his wolf form. We’re both large and dark brown with glints of...