Chapter 4 · free to read
There is a half-second, right before an alpha turns, where the man behind the wolf can still hear a human voice. She spent it well.
She walked into thirty guns with nothing but a tin star and a story. It had to be a better story than the one Renna was selling.
Renna had planned for guns, for dogs, for a cornered alpha. She had not planned for him choosing the moment himself.
They won the mountain that night. Neither of them looked up in time to see how many more were watching it.
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