Silvercrest Pack.
“Don’t hold your breath, Moira! You’re strangling your own inner wolf!”
Aidrian Quinn’s voice thundered through the misty pine forest.
The sun was just beginning to peek over the eastern horizon, casting streaks of orange that clashed with the long shadows of the trees.
Aidrian stood behind Moira, his large, warm hands gripping her shoulders protectively.
He could feel her body trembling violently—not from the cold, but from the frustration burning inside her.
Moira squeezed her eyes shut, her teeth chattering so hard her jaw ached. “I’ve tried, Aidrian! I’ve tried calling her until my chest feels like it’s going to burst, but there’s still nothing! Just darkness and silence!”
Aidrian spun her around quickly, forcing her to face him. His blue eyes glowed—not with a
