It was still early morning as we were returning to the pack house from our shift. Nova never asked about why my wolf looked different or how I had shifted easier than most. Instead, she had simply commented on how cool and beautiful Cyra was.
It was all the time we had before opening the back doors to the kitchen. I was feeling so relieved after getting to run as my wolf, but to my dismay, sat an angry Alpha Damen at the long kitchen table. The rest of the kitchen was unusually empty. The pack house was eerily silent.
He suddenly rose from where he sat. The chair behind him falling backwards and slamming onto the ground. I took a nervous step back. I wanted to crumble from the power his large form excerted by merely existing. Nova did not budge beside me, but her body was stiff.
"Nova
