Frank
Great. Just great.
Another wolf drawn to Katie.
I clenched my jaw. I was barely concealing my frustration. I didn’t understand why it kept happening. Everywhere we went, wolves seemed to gravitate toward her like she was some rare treasure. It didn’t make sense. Katie wasn’t strikingly beautiful. At least, not in the conventional way. She was clumsy, always finding herself in the middle of trouble. And yet, for some unfathomable reason, every damn wolf we met wanted to know her.
First, my friends.
Then, my trackers.
And now, Logan Morrison, the enigmatic only son of Alpha Edward and Luna Eunice, the wolf who had chosen to carve his own path rather than inherit a pack built for him.
I watched as Logan’s sharp gaze lingered on Katie. His gazes on her were laced with curiosity an
