Aiden
Jen’s cries cut through the air like a siren. But for me to get to her, I had to go through the southern Alpha wolf, and I did that without hesitation. He smelled familiar. Only, he wasn’t an Alpha back then, he was a beta. That haunting scent had branded into my brain. Desert sand and bushfires. Vengeance was sweet. I enjoyed killing him. Then Quentin Blackmore caught my eye, skulking from the ferns like a snake in the grass. He was threatening my wife and son, so I tore his throat out for good measure.
Through the blood frenzy, I heard her cry out to me. My second chance mate. My love. Jennifer.
“Aiden! Help!” she screamed.
My wolf ears pricked to attention, alerting me to her call. I snapped my head in my wife’s direction and saw her crouching over Ruby’s motionless body. The
