v

he sharp, sterile sting of antiseptic layer

was the private wing of the Haye

us," a soft voice murm

ther, Elizabeth, hovered above me. Her face was pale, etched with new l

d been scrubbed with sandpaper. Panic spike

grip tightening on my hand to ground

my lungs, a sob tr

ing from maternal warmth to something col

l ache radiated through my core. "He fe

ed, her eyes locking onto mine. "He do

oured a glass of water, the ice

ur heritage, Liv. Your *Inner Wolf* forced a violent, partial shift to sh

glass, her expre

g to tell hi

ass halfway to

f his blood-he will tear the world apart to claim it. He will dra

slap and the memory of Michael's cold, indiffer

Alpha," my mother declared, her voice ringing

te Wo

s if moonlight were trapped beneath the surface. I could feel a new power humming in

er called out, not

ward for three decades, stepped inside. He was an older Bet

olemn. He held up a manila file. "Death certificate. Cause of death: uterine

" I asked, my v

as lost with the mother. I have already

es, taking a s

t," I

ough for me to stand by the window, overlo

eels sharp against the floorboards. "It is don

, hating the treacherous part

l collapsed in the receiving hall. He has locked himself in

ion tightening her lips. "He

ion settled in my gut. *Good. Let

. "I have contacted the Werewolf Council. I have filed formal charges of gross negligence and abuse resulting in the

ture. Terrifying, ruthless,

turning from the window. "If Michael e

ncient Art," s

t made of twisted silver and raw moonstone. It

pletely. To the world, he will smell like n

he metal cool and he

. If his grief turns to madness, he will c

ged coast, isolated and forgotten. It is protected by old blood magic

" I mused.

y," she c

ing me back together, healing the damage faster than any normal shifter could. My senses w

ossed, meditating. I turned my focus inward

tle one,* I

rst time, I fe

tion-a pulse of pure, molten gold

spered reverently. *

e wind. "His name is Finn.

lawn, his shadow falling over m

house, at the life I was leaving behind-the girl who had

Thorn Pack

ling from the storerooms. The Omegas are fleeing

deri

, howling for a mate who doesn't answer. They

f my old self, but I crushed it ins

go,"

, heading toward the coast and the island that would be m

eyes was gone. The woman staring

r, Michael," I whis

st the be