A black SUV pulled up in front of me.
The window rolled down — it was Blackthorn’s Beta, Charles.
“Alpha Lycan sent us to pick you up,” he said respectfully.
Zaia rubbed her paws in my head: “Well, well, what a grand welcome.”
I opened the car door, and the scent of herbs mixed with cedar washed over me.
The backseat was lined with blankets, and a bowl of hot soup was waiting.
“Alpha Lycan said you’d just come out of the lake — you need to stay warm,” the warrior in the front seat explained, glancing back.
I said nothing, just wrapped my hands around the soup for warmth.
Zaia snorted: “At least he has a conscience.”
When the car drove into Blackthorn Pack, I froze.
It wasn’t the dark, ominous forest I’d imagined, but a valley full of medicinal herbs.
Moonlight spilled over white
