Leo
Ronan, my wolf, rumbled contentedly within me. *Mate,* he purred, the single word carrying mountains of possessive satisfaction.
"Focus," I muttered to myself, flipping through the market analysis reports Tiny had compiled. River Valley Pack had been steadily eating into our northeastern distribution territory for weeks now.
*Her wolf grows stronger daily,* Ronan observed, completely ignoring my attempt to concentrate on pack business. *Did you feel how Ava pushed forward when Victoria was dreaming?*
I couldn't help the small smile that formed. Last night, Victoria had jolted awake from a dream, her eyes flashing brilliant gold—evidence of Ava's growing presence. For a half-breed whose wolf awakened so late, her development was remarkable. Most mixed-bloods struggled thei
