Alpha's Regrets Are Too Late

I was panting hard, my vision blurring from blood loss. I had barely escaped the hunters from the rival packs, but I knew they were still on my trail. If they caught me, it would mean life or death. Desperately, I tried to mind-link my mate, Alpha Caelan of the Bloodmoon Pack, but he never responded.

In my weakened wolf form, blood gushed from my neck, and I couldn’t heal myself. Just as my strength waned, our pack’s warriors found me while patrolling the woods. They brought me to the infirmary, where I finally had a moment to call my mate. He still didn’t answer.