Logan’s POV:STILL IN THE PAST…His eyes scanned me suspiciously. I continued walking, half-expecting him to lurch at me once he realizes I belonged to neither of the packs that gathered here.But he never did as I got back to my room without fail.I know I had no scent. It was the work of a witch that enabled me to enter packs with no ties to the Shadow Blood Pack.I have one mission.Infiltrate the pack, steal their information, then prepare my warriors for ambush.I know I play dirty, but I bet you wouldn’t call it that when you learn all the dirty shit that comes in and out of this pack.The Winter Mist Pack is at the top of my list of packs to ambush and conquer.My name is Logan Reed.I am the Alpha of the Shadow Blood Pack. We are especially known as notorious, ruthless, and vile wolves who move in the shadows before shedding the blood of our enemies. We attack through the darkness the night brought forth, and we always end up gaining the winning hand. Always.

Logan’s POV:I had an inkling from the start. Something was not right about the man. There was something in him that triggered me. Something that never failed to make me lose control.And there he stood, too damn close to my beautiful mate. It was plain obvious. His affection as he looked at her showed in his eyes. His hand falling down the small of her back, but I was more pre-occupied with the look of pure shock on our mate’s face.I stared at her in awe.She looked exactly as I remembered.I took one step towards her when the beta fucking threw himself to me in wolf form.Instinctively, I shifted into my own.Tristan is seething, eager to sink his teeth and claws into the bastard’s flesh. The fucker thinks he has some claim on my mate, my luna.But he’s fucking wrong.I played the role of defense, careful not to tread lightly.In this pack, he was the only male wolf who actually stood a chance to fight me off.His strength is undeniable, surpassing even that of his runaway alpha an