Blood of the Pack
The mist swallowed her, but she felt their eyes—Kane’s, Elara’s, and somewhere, hidden in the shadows, Mira’s.
The rain picked up, soaking her through, but she didn’t care. Her heart was a storm, torn between Liam’s forbidden pull, Kane’s dangerous warmth, and Mira’s steady but questionable comfort. She didn’t see the figure watching from the trees—a woman, older, with golden hair like Mira’s but eyes colder, sharper. Rhea, Mira’s sister, her crescent moon tattoo glinting under her sleeve as she whispered into a phone: “She’s close. Tell the Alpha she’s ready.”
Alice reached the edge of the woods, the town’s lights faint through the mist. Her senses flared again—too sharp, too alive. She cou
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