Asher
The wind howled through the trees, carrying the scent of the pack long before I saw them.
Coming back should have felt like a relief. Like returning home. Instead, it felt like a mistake.
Because I wasn’t the same as when I’d left.
My body still hummed with the memory of her, with the heat of our last encounter. But it was more than that. It was in my blood, in my soul, a need that wouldn’t settle.
I had imprinted.
And it wasn’t on the woman waiting for me here.
A growl built in my throat as I pushed through the treeline, my instincts warring against logic. I couldn’t afford to lose control, not now, not when I was already walking a razor-thin edge.
The second I stepped into the clearing, heads turned. They felt it, even if they didn’t understand it. The shift in my energy. T
