Miles moved through the trees with a speed that made the warrior struggle to keep pace. His body was still humming from the bond, every nerve alive with the memory of Casey’s lips, her scent, her warmth pressed against him. It took everything in him not to turn back, not to pull her into his arms again and lose himself in her all over. But the urgency in the warrior’s voice had been real. And Miles was still Alpha. Duty demanded he focus. Even if his wolf was still clawing at him, furious at being pulled away from their mate. The warrior—Jace—finally caught up, breath uneven. “Alpha… it’s bad.” Miles didn’t slow. “Show me.” They broke through a line of pines into a small clearing. Moonlight spilled across the ground, illuminating something dark, something wrong. Miles’s steps
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