Four alphas walk into a bakery. The free novella is how it starts.

You give me an email address. I give you The Pack Next Door: 12,000 words of the Foghorn pack arriving in Vesper Harbor and falling — one by one, each in his own currency — for the baker across the street. Dorian falls in wholesale margins. Felix falls in soup and unbilled house calls. Ansel falls in lumber, eight plane strokes at a time. And Calder, their prime, doesn't get to fall, because he already did, eight years ago, in front of a hundred and forty witnesses, in the worst way a man can.

Maren doesn't know what's converging on her street. The pack doesn't know what she's hiding under the lavender soap. You'll know more than all five of them by the last page — and exactly enough to need Knot Your Beta.