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The tawny wolf narrowed his eyes accusingly at me. I wanted you to listen to me when I told you Chasity wasn’t the female to dip your dick into.
I did listen. I pause, then admit, Mostly. It was one night. A night I was very clear about. How was I supposed to know she’d start following me around like we were an item?
You should have known. Think, Bo. The females have been restless since the Omegas started showing up, and now we have three. To make things worse, the last one is unattached, and there’s a fourth due to arrive in a month and a half.
Fuck. I didn’t think about that—not that I’d ever admit it.
All right, I fucked up, I admit it. I’ll have another talk with her.
Silas’s wolf gave me a pointed look that I did my best to ignore.
Our sanctioned status no longer kept us safe. Our enemies were everywhere, and the Council—the group we once believed stood between us and extinction—was the worst. We were hiding an Omega—the younger sister of one of our mated units—in our pack, and that act alone was a declaration of war. At least, it would be when they found out about her. And they would . . . eventually.
Until then, we would do our best to keep outsiders at bay.
I’ll sort it out, I growled.
You need to, and fast. What happens when it’s our turn to participate in the Hunt? Do you think Chasity is the type to stand aside? I don’t want some female approaching our Omega because of your mistakes.
And you think I want that? Anger flared through our bond.
Silas’s wolf made a noise somewhere between a sigh and a grunt. That’s not what I meant, and you know it. We can’t afford to take chances right now. It’s bad enough that the Council has been making more visits to our territory. We don’t need threats to the Omegas within our borders as well.
My wolf huffed our agreement.
Alpha Wynn was working on securing alliances with the other sanctioned packs and gauging how much they trusted the Council. The air had shifted in Hidden Creek, and the pack's tension grew with every passing day. We were on the brink of change—the brink of war. It was only a question of when and who would be on our side.
As we trotted along the edge of pack land, our senses were alert, attuned to the slightest disturbance.
The crisp air carried scents of the forest—pine, damp earth, and faint traces of passing animals.
Silas’s wolf veered left, checking a small alcove beneath a copse of twisted birches, while my wolf took the narrower path to the right. It led to the valley that served as a marker for the beginning of the wild lands—lands that neither sanctioned nor unsanctioned packs claimed. That was rogue territory.
Moving with preternatural grace, my wolf wove through the foliage, analyzing the familiar scents of the forest. A tendril of sweetness broke through the earthy odors, capturing my wolf’s attention. Subtle, honeyed, and slightly wild—the aroma was wholly unfamiliar yet inexplicably alluring.
Omega.
My wolf darted through the trees, drawn toward the intoxicating—and perplexing—scent. My mind raced. It couldn’t be an intruder . . . could it?
Silas, I called through our link.
Already on my way, he replied. The west edge is clear. What do you sense on the eastern border?
I’m not sure yet. Something is off.
In what way?
There’s a scent in the area. It is unlike anything I’ve ever smelled, and I can’t get a read on it.
Was this some new trick to lure us beyond our borders? I was helpless, unable to resist as it teased my senses. It defied comprehension and commanded every bit of my focus.
A low rumble escaped my throat as I lifted my muzzle to the sky and released a plaintive howl that echoed through the woods. Silas responded in kind, his form materializing beside me as he broke through the tree line.
That smell, Silas said. It’s . . .
I know. But it can’t be real. What the hell would an Omega be doing in these woods?
They wouldn’t be, not naturally anyway, Silas replied.
