Rowan’s POV
I acted immediately. Shock never froze me. It sharpened me, turned everything cold and precise. Caroline’s body writhed in the snow, her unnatural angles and the sound of cracking bone forming a symphony no wolf could ever mistake for anything else. And yet my mind screamed in denial.
This is impossible. She has no pack. No scent. She is a city girl.
Reality did not care about my logic. A deep, hoarse scream tore from Caroline’s throat, no longer human. The fur lined cloak I had draped over her began to strain around her shoulders as her muscles swelled and reshaped beneath it.
“ELENOR! MYRA! OUTSIDE! NOW!”
My Alpha voice detonated through the frozen night, shaking snow loose from the nearby trees. I did not ask. I commanded. The call ripped through the house, and I knew e
