A human living among wolf shifters—who would have thunk it? Not him, that’s for fucking sure. He was grateful they’d uncovered the truth about this wife’s death but it didn’t mean he liked to socialize or play nice like the rest of the puppies. He continued to reside in their presence because it benefited him to do so, not because he had a yen to settle down, join the pack officially and start a family. Family. One word. A locker full of endless misery. Been there, done that. Watched them take a trip six feet under. Pain speared his chest, the ache heavy. It was difficult to gasp for breath, the anguish of loss too much to take, bearing down on him… He forced emotion aside, concentrating on his thoughts, remembering why he was sitting inside the home of one of the most powerful shifters in the world. Diskant wanted to kill the Shepherds who annihilated a good portion of their pack. Caden wanted to find the whereabouts of the man responsible for the death of his wife, who was connected to Shepherds.
