THIRD PERSON POV
Vaden, the Werewolf King, sat back in the plush leather seat of his sleek black SUV, watching the dense forests of Georgia rush past through the window. His eyes glimmered with amusement as he absentmindedly twirled a jade amulet between his fingers—a habit he'd developed over the years. The cold, smooth surface of the amulet, an ancient relic passed down through generations of his bloodline, was one of the few things that soothed the fiery, restless nature of his wolf. For Vaden, who had rejected the mate the goddess had chosen for him, this amulet had become a focal point of his inner balance. Without it, he wasn't sure he could keep his beast in check.
But today, he wasn’t thinking about control. No, today his mind was elsewhere—on the Blackwood Pack and the little s
