He ran as wolf, free spirited and wild. Anticipation beat through his veins like the wrath of the gods. Heated determination wrapped around his skin like a furious burning wildfire. At least a dozen wolves were running with him were. Nick, his trusty second-in-command, flanked the side of the formation while he took the front like the esteemed leader he was. Fallen branches snapped under the weight of their paws and leaves whipped at their fur as they crossed into a territory not their own. They were minutes from their destination—Tristan Arnou’s main residence. A couple miles up ahead, a wolf howled. The wolf Devin sent to test the area was reporting everything was safe. Tristan Arnou had invited Devin for a discussion over dinner, and it wasn’t a trap. Yet. He couldn’t put anything past the Alpha of the Arnou Pack. The guy had a reputation for bait-and-switch games. Devin wasn’t into playing games—at least not where the Caedmon Pack was concerned.
