UNFORTUNATELY, THE mystery of Derek’s disappearance would have to wait. Because I could feel the alpha’s son racing in for the kill via the borrowed Greenbriar mantle. Meanwhile, a change in the connections streaming between me and the other shifters suggested I was about to lose my chance at making a good impression on this borrowed pack.
Sure enough, when I glanced up, Chief Greenbriar’s gaze met mine through gaps in the intervening trees. The older male’s eyes narrowed in speculation, and I could almost feel his questions streaming toward me down our temporary pack tether...
...only to be cast aside as a glint of reflected moonlight illuminated the younger Greenbriar male’s teeth. Fangs latched onto the loose skin beneath the neck of a tremendous elk, and across the scrimmage the alph
