Mason glanced out the window at the moon rising in the sky. It was a full moon. And not just any full moon, but the Hunter’s Moon, the moon when he received Axel at just twelve years old.
What were the chances?
With the chaos of the week, he’d lost track of what day, or more importantly, what moon it was.
He lay down on the table, his eyes finding Kane’s in quiet encouragement, before he nodded to Missy to begin.
Since Missy was Silver Pack, her immunity to silver made her the logical choice to place the restraints on him, but she was no warrior, and he knew she would be unfamiliar with what she was doing, and wouldn’t know how.
But she was great at following Alexander’s instructions. Each time the chain draped across his body, he could hear his skin sizzle as it burned. He wanted to
