The night air pulsed with tension, thick with the electric charge of impending conflict. Nova’s breath caught in her throat as she locked eyes with the wolves at the edge of the tree line. Silver Ridge had come, and they weren’t alone.
Sienna stepped protectively beside her, muscles taut, ready to react if necessary. Nova could feel the energy radiating off of her—wolves were instinctual creatures, and right now, Sienna’s instincts were screaming danger.
A familiar figure emerged from the crowd of Silver Ridge wolves, his stance rigid, his jaw clenched so tight it might c***k. Dorian. His amber eyes burned as they flickered between Nova and the packmates surrounding her. The betrayal was evident in every tense line of his body, but beneath that, there was something else—something even mo
