Chapter 521
- Scuffling fills the silence. A soft breeze filters into the bedroom from the broken window down the hallway, and with it comes the scent of wet dog and shifter.
- “Not just any wolves,” Kian says stiffly. “Our pack.”
- Eyes wide, I toss him a startled look. “Quinton found us? There’s a foot of snow on the ground! How the hell could he track us?”