Thor

into view. It wasn't a house; it was a fortress of dark stone and timber, sprawling against the

friendly smile. He was solidly built, his presence reassuring.

derneath it, I saw a flicker of someth

I said, my voice more

he said, taking my sing

, my gaze scanning the a

ning. "Ah. He's... on an assignment. A confidential on

of unease down my spine. It felt like everyo

or-modern, luxurious, and buzzing with a quiet, efficient energy. W

rom within com

uraging nod and steppe

ed down my travel-worn cloth

window that looked out over a dense, pine-covered valley. A man stood wi

achingly familiar. It was the same s

tur

ir that fell slightly over his forehead. And his eyes... they were the same piercing, molten gold as the m

rne," he stated. I

hat made my head spin. It was intoxicating. Familiar. Lyra stirred restlessly in my mind, drawn to him

over me in a cool, assessing way. "I am

m my voice. "Alpha Kaelen." The familiarity, I to

shared. He was a king surveying a new asset. "Your records are i

peak of our union, of my role as his Lun

low rumble that vibrated through the floor, "and the

lence stretch, his golden

serve as my personal assistant.

d it stole the air from my lungs. I was here to be a Lu

d to choke out, my voice a disbelievin