Rumor had it that Greyson was a top contender for Pre-Dominant when Harka eventually left the position, and I can only imagine that being alpha of the strongest Pack in the Midwest would solidify his position. I’m fairly certain Hudson was asked to step down-even though he was an amazing leader-as the switch happened in the span of a week. Hudson, the previous Alpha “left” the Pack, and Pre-Dominant Harka-the highest-ranking wolf in the Midwest-had installed Greyson as the new Alpha. Typically Alphas come into their position through winning fights, or some method of proving they’re capable of caring for the Pack. I just didn’t like the way he’d been made Alpha of the Pack. It wasn’t that I disliked Greyson-he was a good Alpha, even if he had swindled the Pack into thinking he was practically Prince Charming when he was actually more of a trickster. I slightly pursed my lips as I studied the Alpha, on the rare occasion of being grateful for him. “No,” Greyson said before I could even breathe. “Maybe I shouldn’t have used my daggers when fighting him…” I chewed my lip some more as doubt started to creep into me. “If he really is from the Low Marsh Pack, this is going to turn into a mess.” Hector nodded and went back to sniffing at the wolf.Įmber leaned back on her heels and looked disgruntled. “This close I can get something off him, but it’s so faint I didn’t sense it at all when I was fighting him.” I frowned at the body, my eyebrows puckering. There was so little of it, tracking it felt like trying to find fleas on a feral wolf. It was hard to pin down, but it didn’t have the usual glitter that fae magic produced in my senses, or the steady glow of wizard magic.

I felt a wisp of magic drift off the wolf. I could sense other magic-like fae magic and wizard magic-though I couldn’t track it to an individual, but it was harder than sensing werewolves.

I scratched my nose as I prodded my senses. “Could you sense anything, Phillipa?” Hector asked.

Hunted by K.M. Shea