Noon arrived under a gray sky that threatened rain. The old pack training grounds looked exactly as I remembered — cold, vast, and soaked in old blood. The outdoor ice rink where I had once been publicly discarded now waited silently, silver chains still scattered across the cracked surface.
I rode behind Ryker, arms wrapped tightly around his waist. Leo was safe back at the cabin, but the memory of his scared face made my chest tight. The awakened curse hummed uneasily inside me.
Ryker killed the engine at the treeline. “You’re not going in alone.”
“I have to,” I replied. “Elias has the widow. If there’s information that can end this, I need it.”
The rogue Alphas flanked us as I stepped onto the ice alone. Elias waited near the center, the widow bound beside him. The hybrid pup sat in
