Six Restless Hearts

As soon as they entered the foggy periphery of the west woods, the six alphas of the Night Prowlers Pack and the wolves within ten meters of their radius had disappeared.

From the sea of white to the canyon of red gigantic rock formations, the group that was separated from Talia and the others appeared out of thin air.

The snowflakes around their furry bodies melted after almost an hour of running nonstop to find the exit of the canyon—only to end up repeating the same cycle over and over again.

It was in their eighteenth cycle that Alpha Adrian finally decided to stop along with the other five alphas. Shifting back to their human forms, an array of shirtless men replaced the towering wolves.

An ash-blonde man with eight-pack abs strode to Alpha Adrian. In his hand was the mark he had left on a certain rock. “This place is enchanted. I am this close to fucking razing my way out of here! Every second we are here is another danger for our mate.”

“Calm down, Cam,” an ash-haired alpha tap