Brielle
T
he milling crowd of wolves the next morning was more than I’d ever seen in one place, and I knew without a doubt the memory of this day would be burned into my senses for as long as I lived, even if I’d slept like utter poo. The scent of pine and the sharp tang of excitement mixed with a low undertone of bitter anxiety hung like a cloud over the group, with occasional snarls ripping through the air as one wolf or another got too excited and was immediately rounded upon by his Alpha. It was enough to rip me fully out of the dreams that had left me tortured and sweating, tangled in the sheets, wishing they were Kane’s hot, hard body.
No one wanted to be humiliated in front of High Alpha Kosta, and he was presiding over this gathering that started in—I peeked down at my watch—thi
