Third Person POV
It wasn’t easy to survive all alone in no man’s land.
Jonas had been raised with the comforts of an Alpha—the best meat, the warmest home, the fastest healers, the fiercest warriors. Now, he was sleeping under pine needles and pissing in the dirt. And no matter how far he wandered into the wild, it still smelled like failure.
He stomped his feet hard against the damp forest floor, trying to summon warmth. The wind bit at his skin like tiny blades, his tattered shirt doing nothing to shield him. The Canadian wilds were merciless in summer too—wet, buzzing, and crawling with black flies that didn’t give a s**t if he was a freaking alpha.
His wolf still wouldn’t come forward.
Two days had passed.
And the damned beast Wouldn’t shift.
Wouldn’t speak.
Just silence. Cold
