It was late in the afternoon when we reached Rafe's pack. The sun hung low over the horizon, casting long, shadows across the valley floor. The air here tasted different, thick with the scent of a coming storm.
I was nervous now that we were here. I'd take the potion tonight, and cut the feeling off. Over the past week, I'd started falling for my mates, and a large part of me wanted to let the love continue to grow, but I knew I couldn't. I wouldn't let love ruin my years of plans.
Alpah Rafe stood at the door of his pack house, but as we approached he showed no signs that he knew me, which told me that Jay had done his job and told Rafe to pretend we didn't know each other. A fact that wasn't true.
Last year when I was exploring the packs, I found Rafe's pack being attacked by rogues.
