Drake
Vera stood before me, moonlight catching in her hair, and she called me mate. It made my chest ache.
But there's no bond, I hear myself say.
I choose you. She pressed her hand to my chest, where my heart was, and warmth bloomed beneath her palm like sunrise. I choose you, Drake.
Drake.
Her voice sharpened.
Drake. Not Vera's voice.
My eyes snapped open into darkness. The voice comes from inside my head.
Lena.
She's one of mine. A rejected wolf I found two years ago, half-dead in an alley, her old pack's teeth marks still fresh on her throat. I gave her a place to hide. Gave her purpose. Now she runs my network.
You vanished, she sends. The touch-link only works when we're close, when skin meets skin somewhere in the chain. She must be near. Outside the compound, maybe, or
