*Retta* These babies are remarkably quiet as I lug them through the forest. It’s almost as if they don’t even mind that I’m stealing them away from their parents, from their home, from everything they’ve ever known. Not that they know much of anything. They are tiny babies, after all, only a few d

*Shelby* “Adam?” I ask as I watch the Alphas run off. I almost don’t want to know what’s going on because there’s only one thing that could make those men move so quickly toward the castle. I touch Adam’s shoulder lightly, and he sets the warm palm of his hand over mine. In any other moment, that

*Retta* Barbara hits a giant rut in the road, and all five of us, the four babies and I, get jolted out of our seat. I hit my head on the ceiling of the shitty SUV she’s “borrowed” from King Gene. It turns out the old king has paid her handsomely to steal and kill these babies. They are all scream

‘Eli, I—”‘I know, Rose,’ I say. ‘I know.’ She doesn’t have to finish that sentence. There’s really no way to use words to explain this feeling we’re all having right now anyway. Panic is a part of it, and anger, and rage. But none of those words really do justice to the feeling you get when your ch

*Tristan* I’m horrified—but looking up at the faces of the two Alphas who have baby boys—Eli and Mark—I see a whole new level of nightmare in their eyes. The baby blanket left behind is blue, one that was embroidered by Mark’s pack members exclusively for Rose’s pups. Some very sweet older ladies