Blake

Blake sat quietly in the shadowed corner of the Darkfang packhouse, his senses attuned to every whisper and scent in the room. Darkfang pack was different from his own pack, Silvermoon. Here, it seemed not as peaceful and well ordered, and it seemed instead of the alpha, Marcus, keeping things peaceful, the stronger wolves just did whatever they pleased with the weaker ones. As his father, Alpha Ryland engaged the Darkfang alpha in tense negotiations, Blake’s nose caught a peculiar, sweet aroma drifting through the air—an intoxicating scent that seemed out of place amid the serious dealings. Drawn by an irresistible curiosity, Blake rose silently, slipping away from the gathering and following the alluring fragrance down a dim corridor, unaware that this mysterious trail would lead him into a world of secrets and dangers lurking just beneath the surface of the pack...