“During my first few seasons on the Great Northern runways, I tracked through many territories and shared the hunt with international legends. The Alpha Editor of Fine Figures magazine, who has settled here in the South, was actually the one who taught me how to scent the wind. It’s been cycles since we last ran together, and she might not recognize the wolf I’ve become, but the bloodline remains,” I explained, my voice as steady as a heartbeat.
“Mia is trying to skin me before the hunt even begins,” I continued. “She thinks I’m a rogue with no pack, using my name to bait the traps for Riley. We’re going to show her that a Silver Wolf is never truly alone.”
Connor’s eyes gleamed with a predatory pride. “I know the Alpha at Fine Figures. Should I howl across the territories and reconnect
