ALAN POV
The road stretched endlessly before us, a frozen, merciless expanse of white and gray. The farther we drove, the more the landscape blurred together—snow-covered pines, icy roads, the occasional silhouette of a distant cabin swallowed by the vastness of the northern wilderness.
My hands tightened around the steering wheel, my knuckles white. The SUV’s heater was on full blast, but I still felt cold. Not from the weather—no, the ice lodged in my chest had nothing to do with the temperature outside.
It was the waiting. The not knowing.
Amber was out there. Somewhere in the industrial sector of Yellowknife, in the hands of a dark coven. And we had no f*****g idea what state she was in.
The thought alone made my wolf restless, pacing just beneath the surface, snarling at
