Ezra
My warriors were scattered in temporary shelters outside the Blue Moon Pack’s borders, sharpening blades and claws, setting up watch posts, or quietly training. They knew that I would order them anytime to attack the Blue Moon pack.
But what they didn’t know was that I was burning from the inside. It was morning and I couldn’t shake off last night’s encounter in the bar. Jasmine flowers had messed with my head. No. Messed with my wolf. My wolf, Shade, was always in sync with me, but this time his thoughts were completely opposite to mine, and I had no idea why. He was flooding my head with images of her, which was not just unusual, it was nonsensical.
“You’re not listening,” Norton said sharply. My Beta’s voice cut through the thick fog of thoughts swirling in my head.
I blinke
