An intruder had been found unconscious near the edge of the pack’s territory. Voices clashed—arguing, accusing—while the stranger lay motionless in the snow. Finally, Nathan sighed. We keep them for now. Sam, tend to them, please. Sam flinched, but nodded, his steps light on the frozen ground as he approached. But the moment he knelt and brushed the snow from their cheek, everything stopped. His breath caught. Warmth bloomed in his chest like fire against frost. You... You are...
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