"What kind of mangy, flea-bitten pack is Turner Studios anyway? I can't believe they tried to force a Silver Wolf like Ava to submit to that Elm Grove ritual. Blake must have lost his predatory instincts entirely."
"I know, right? If Turner Studios can't hunt down decent contracts for their own kind, they should just disband the pack. A yearling could run an agency better than this. Ava, Ava—what's the next hunt? What territory should we claim? Who is going to provide the gold? Ava, leave that den of cowards. You’re meant for a High Alpha's side."
I scrolled through the digital links, the support of the city's shifter community flowing in like a rising tide. Across town, I knew Riley was likely shredding her silk sheets in a fit of feral jealousy. She never expected me to have the iron i
