Eli’s POV
The West Werewolf Pack was quiet tonight, the kind of quiet that settled deep in your bones, making you question what might be lurking in the shadows. I sat on my porch, a cigarette burning between my fingers, watching the moon rise over the dense forest that surrounded our territory. My mate, Claire, was inside, probably putting the pups to bed. I should be in there with her, rubbing her swollen belly, whispering sweet things in her ear like a good mate. But my mind was elsewhere. It was with Coral. It had always been with Coral.
I took a long drag and let the smoke burn my lungs before exhaling into the crisp night air.
I knew she was back.
Samantha called me on Friday, her voice tinged with something between concern and excitement. “Eli, Coral’s back,” she said. Just those
