BRANDON
Brandon fell to his knees, his body shaking. He hadn’t gone on the hunt tonight for this very reason, and yet it seemed he still hadn’t been able to fully cope with the ever-changing bonds of his Pack.
He was the Omega. The one wolf who should be able to handle the emotions and tensions of a Pack of shifters. A Pack that had gone through hell but had clawed its way back to health and life.
Yet he couldn’t do it.
His body shuddered, and he emptied the contents of his stomach on his hardwood floor. Sweat covered his body, and he knew he was too weak to shift into wolf form at the moment. His Pack needed him to be healthy. To be whole.
But he wasn’t.
And now there was a new member of his Pack, a new bond that was different than the others. But for some reason, Brandon didn’t think this bond would break them. No, the new wolf, this former human who had sacrificed everything for them, could be the one thing that could protect them.
Brandon just had to pray he would live long enough to see it.
His wolf needed a mate.
His darkness needed a light.
And with each passing day, each new emotion that tugged at his soul, each new worry and fear over a war they might not win, he knew his battle might be lost.
Shane might be able to save the Pack’s future, but Brandon wasn’t sure anything would be strong enough to save him.
Things were changing, and Brandon couldn’t keep up.
And a Pack without an Omega wasn’t a Pack that could survive.
I need a mate, he said to himself once again.
Only he wasn’t sure he knew where to look.