Redhawk Caldera mayday! mayday! this ship is going down

Seven days had passed since her body had first cried out for Peregrine’s embrace. Seven days had passed since his body had been put in the ground. She was, more than likely, on the tail end of her week of need, but that made it no less intense when she caught a whiff of three males in close proximity to one another. She was drawn to them like a moth to a flame, her body pulling her toward the trio with flared nostrils, rigid steps, and fiery hairs on end.

Fox caught the tail end of the loner’s words, asking for an audience with the alphas. Funny, she thought, considering there was only one. Perhaps Kaizer had convinced the rest of the pack otherwise. She strode past the other two, coming close to the dark wolf with a scrutinizing gaze. He was, at the very least, being respectful, and for that she could not fault him. ”Well? Here I am,” she said expectantly, her attention primarily on the newcomer, but her peripheral vision not unaware of Kaizer and Trick.