Dylan
I've been in worse situations than this.
That's what I keep telling myself from the floor of a Blood Pack cell. Chained. Blindfolded. Waiting for whatever comes next. I've been trained for this. I know how to hold on.
What I haven't been trained for is not letting myself hope when I hear a familiar voice in the room above me.
I know better than to hope. I do it anyway.
Blake
The call came at 3am.
Dylan's tracker had been dark for a week. I'd been telling myself there were explanations. Equipment failure. Stealth protocol. Anything that wasn't the alternative.
Then his teammate said: the Blood Pack took him.
I'm not a soldier. This isn't my operation. I have a six-month-old daughter asleep in the next room and no authority to do what I'm about to do.
I left Lily with her grandmother by morning.
He came around eventually. It took him long enough, and I'm not losing him now.
Book 3 of The Shadow Pack Series. Wolf shifters, mpreg, and the cost of going after what's yours.