“The Senate would like you to describe the Rabid, his attack, and your recovery.” Callum didn’t phrase the words as an order. He kept his voice low and soothing, but I saw the way the other alphas’ eyes lit up at the question. They had a vested interest in finding out more about this Rabid, about what had happened to Ink.
Sandstone and fish. Cedar and sour milk. Ocean salt and sulfur.
Their scents flooded Ink’s senses, making it hard for him to concentrate on anything else.
Don’t let your lip curl up. Don’t growl. Don’t show your teeth, I told him.
He didn’t, but inside him—inside Us—his wolf was awake and ready. It wanted to take control. I wouldn’t let it.
Wolves, it argued back. Not Pack. Protect girl.
If my presence here caused Ink to lose it, I would never forgive myself, so I c
