The Luna They Replaced Was Their Only Provider

The Greyhollow Pack had planned a retreat to the coastal den-estate, a rare handful of days where the whole household would travel together under a full warrior escort. But when Lena's old neighborhood scent-bond, Tessa Thornvale, caught wind of it, she begged to be included. Without so much as a glance in my direction, Lena pulled my reserved place from the Alpha's private convoy and handed it to her, arranging instead for me to run with the foot warriors on a thirty-six-hour drive through back roads with no guard.

I looked to my mate's pack. Not one of them raised a word of objection.