Chapter 14

• Zeva’s POV
• I should have known the day would sour the moment the wind shifted, bringing in a scent I didn’t recognize. Strong, masculine, threaded with crushed pine needles and something sharper. Something that didn’t belong here.
• I stood near the temporary archway the pack had built for the ceremony, helping arrange the last of the white moonlily garlands. Wolves bustled around the clearing, preparing for Aric’s final vow blessing. It was supposed to be a peaceful morning.