Keith

The wind cuts sharp through my coat as I stand at the edge of our territory, my phone clutched tightly in one hand. I hesitate, thumb hovering over Tessa’s contact. I’ve gone over this a hundred times in my head—how to say it, how to explain what doesn’t make any damn sense. But logic and instinct have been at war in my chest ever since the bond sparked to life again.

And now, I need help.

I hit call.

It rings once. Twice.

“Keith,” Tessa answers, her tone clipped. Not cold, but guarded. I can hear movement behind her, the muffled voices of her pack.

“I need a meeting....