hea

another, breaking our fall before we slammed in

take the brunt of the impact. I lay sprawled across his broa

self up, only to find his iron arm still locked ar

. Suddenly, that crisp scent of winter cedar rolling of

flipped me onto my back, pinning me into the soft lea

d my waist for a bone needle, but he lower

ammered wildly against my sternum, and my blood boiled like molten lava in my veins. That cedar scent wrapped

ation rumbled from deep within his throat-an inner

five undeniable signs of the Moon Goddess's Recognition Ritual had just triggered at once. Only adult werewolves with an inn

ked my bottom lip, drawing a drop of blood. My hands lost all strength agains

, feral howls tore through the distant woods. The

in a harsh breath, his chest heaving as he forc

yes swirling with shock and fierce restraint. Th

metal stud locked onto th

ut shifting into his Dire Wolf form, he mel

r-marrow blue diamond stud engraved with ancient wolf runes. It was fitted with a bl

ezing air. I could not let anyone see my re

he hidden spring on the back of the stud. It clicked open and dropped into my palm. After

bitter herbs instantly masked my natural White Wolf scent, turning me back into a scentless, wolfless Omega. I stood up, brushed the dirt from my clothes,

ton

h, cold sweat soaking my shirt as chronic silver poison flared

t, I've finally gotten to the point where I can leave the wheelchair behind-but only for sh

the numbness creeps back in -my legs go completely

legs, and watched the truck's tail

hing, the Moon Goddess had dropped my Fated Mate right into my ar

hadow Falcon, I had a pack of bloodthirsty Rogues on my tail,

ese Rogues, I would tear Frostcrown City apar