MOIRA
The cottage is cold. Always cold in Scottish Highlands. Even with fire burning, drafts find every c***k.
I wrap another blanket around Finn. Eight months old. Born wolf. Perfect dark hair. Eyes like his father's.
His father who abandoned us.
Cormac Brennan. Alpha of London's Brennan pack. My lover for three years before his father died.
Before everything changed.
The Scottish pack I'm staying with barely tolerates me. Unwed mother. Pregnant by London wolf. Brought shame to their traditional community.
They took me in because pack law requires it. But they make sure I know I'm burden.
"Another letter came," Mrs. MacLeod says from the doorway. She's the pack elder's wife. In charge of "managing" me. "From London. Your man."
"He's not my man." I take the letter. Don't open it.
