Chapter 60

I knew nothing of the chaos unfolding in the White Moon Pack.

Since leaving, I’d brought my girls to Cindale-a place where the sun always shone, where winter never came. Where my precious snowflakes would never have to shiver again.

For a month, peace had settled over me like a warm blanket.

Today, as I polished the frames holding my daughters’ photos, a sharp knock shattered the silence.

I opened the door-and there he was.

Blake Wilder, Alpha of the White Moon Pack, fell to his knees on my porch.

“Lena,” his voice cracked. “I’ve come to bring you and the girls home.”