I’ve seen enough terrified faces to last me lifetimes. Young women, eyes wide with fear, trembling from the unknown. Each time, I’d search for something anything that might stir recognition in my soul, the kind that only a mate could bring. But nothing. Not a flicker of warmth. Not even a whisper of connection. So I did what needed to be done. Wiped their memories clean, made sure they were returned safely to their packs, none the wiser.
And then came the mission. The one that changed everything.
It was Albericus’s last assignment when I noticed something strange in him. His wolf looked… off. Not dangerous, not disobedient just different. I’ve always had a sixth sense with wolves, especially the ones we trained, so I picked up on it immediately. But I brushed it off. A flicker in the win
