KATHERINE POV
Hator hadn’t stopped pacing in my mind since the second I laid eyes on one of her mates again.
She wasn’t just restless—she was feral.
Growling. Snarling. Demanding to take control. If I hadn’t locked her behind thick mental walls, she would’ve shifted and tackled one of them right there in the clearing, consequences be damned.
One look to their wolves… and, fu.ck. That was it.
Hator lost her goddamn mind.
One look at those massive, muscular beasts—pure power cloaked in dark fur and the scent of home—and it was over. The forest spun. My pulse surged. And when Keegan's wolf, Midnight, bowed in front of me like the beast he was, there was no hesitation.
I climbed onto his back like I was meant to be there. Because I was.
And now, here we were. Wind howling past my ears,
