The full moon night had ended. The pale moonlight finally sank behind the thick canopy of Gloomwood Forest, leaving behind a thin mist that floated like a dreamy veil over everything.
The festivities were over. Raven had sobered up after a night of wild, mindless abandon. Looking at the naked she-wolf lying on the bed, eyes closed, her body still marked with traces of passion, a storm surged within him.
Unlike the night before, his mind was now clearer than ever. And the details he had once brushed aside suddenly came into sharp focus. The pleasure Cara had given him felt strangely familiar, as if they had been intimate like this many times before.
Raven knew there was a gap in his memory, those two months when he had suddenly left the pack. And if Cara had been a part of that lost time
