It was a two hour drive to New Dawn, but Lucas made it in just over an hour. He was soaring down the small, bumpy road into the pack when he heard the howl of wolves. He reluctantly slowed. His heart was pounding, desperate to get Celia to the hospital, but the small, rational part of his brain reminded him he was coming in unannounced. If he wanted to arrive alive, he had to stop.
A large brown and black wolf stalked toward the car, hackles raised. Lucas rolled down the window and waited as two more wolves approached. One shifted and a broad man with light blond hair headed for the driver’s side.
“Who are you?” the man demanded, then froze. His gaze locked on Lucas’s bloody hands gripping the steering wheel, the raw burns around his wrists, the bruises on his face.
“Lucas Watts,” Lucas
