Alina, a wolf shifter hiding from her past, lives a quiet life with her young son in a peaceful town—until reminders of his powerful, dangerous father start to surface. As her son’s first shift nears, Alina must face the truth she’s buried for years. Secrets are stirring, and soon, West Pond may no longer be safe.
She clears her throat and addresses Henry instead of me. “Let me go get another pot for you. I’ll be right back.” Irritation flares up my spine at the way she speaks with reverence to an Alpha that isn’t me. I choke it back down. I’m a grown man, and the Whiteroses are our allies.…
Rowan has taken enough from me. My pack. My pride. My future. But I refuse to let him take our son. Rowan “Fuck,” is how she greets me after all this time. An expletive, murmured almost like a prayer. I don’t really blame her. But the moment I hear her voice again, I’m transported back…
The noisy din of The Diner quiets to a mumbled hush as my ears start ringing. My heart hammers so fast that I wonder if I’m about to lose control and shift right here in the middle of the restaurant. The shifter-the Alpha-sitting across from Henry Whiterose has his back to me, but I would…
“With all due respect, I don’t-“ “Furthermore,” Henry interrupts my protest firmly, “I don’t think it’s a secret that my pack is not quite as robust as yours. We are older, and severely lacking in younglings. We’re not in the same position as the Greenbriar Pack, which is to say that we can’t afford to…
But now isn’t the time to think about Alina. Even allowing that name to dance on the periphery of my thoughts is recklessly distracting. I turn my attention back to the conversation. The Whiterose Pack are good people, or so I’ve heard. They take in a lot of wandering loners and shifters in need. I…
“Of course I wi-“ “And when he starts asking about where he actually comes from? Why you’ve forsaken your home pack and refuse to join this one?” I adore Zahra, but she’s always way too eager to ask me the hard questions. Plus, unfortunately, she’s right. I’m not feeling very well. I’m feverish and nauseous,…
Alina “Miss Alina, darling, can I bother you for a refill?” “You can bother me for just about anything, honey,” I respond automatically, grabbing the fresh pot and gliding down the bar to where Old Betty is perched with her usual cup of over-sugared coffee. “How come you’re always flirting with my wife?” jokes Old…