And now, I couldn’t get her out of my head.
“We must find out what she is,” my wolf said with a huff. “But whatever she is, she’ll still be ours.”
“Calm down, puppy,” I muttered, dragging my fingers through my hair as I stalked back toward the packhouse.
He growled at me, insulted. “I am a predator. Not a puppy.”
“Right. Keep howling like that and I’ll get you a collar.”
His huff echoed in my skull like thunder. But underneath it, there was a pulse of need, a beat of instinct I couldn’t ignore. Mate. Mate.
I shook my head and opened the door to my study, still frowning. I needed to change. Think. Breathe.
I grabbed the spare suit I kept here—because being the Alpha meant being ready for disasters, dress codes included—and stripped my ruined jacket and shirt off. The cool air hit my
