A rogue wolf approached the gates of Derek’s pack at dusk. His form was barely visible against the dark forest. He moved slowly. Still, the guards stiffened, growling low as he stepped closer.

I stood at the gate, flanked by Zone and Derek’s beta, Tobias, as the rogue stopped just out of reach. His eyes were bloodshot, but there was some sort of desperation in his eyes that kept me from ordering him away.

“State your business,” I commanded firmly.

The rogue bowed his head, though I could see the tension in his shoulders. “I bring information,” he said hoarsely. “But I need protection in return.”

Tobias stepped forward in...