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me, her eyes filled with genuine concern. "Wait... I am escaping, but what if that monste

is a highly respected Elder in the Kingdom's Council, and my father and brother command the most elite warriors. Caiden wouldn't d

er forget your immense kindness, Lady Claire. If there is eve

we need

y heirloom-a silver wolf's head with sapphire eyes-and fasten

r wrist. "This belonged to my mother," she said, handing it to me. I se

pulling the thick white tulle down to obscure

mountains of satin and lace. Our heights and builds were close e

this exact moment, you are Claire Bryant. You are nervous, so kee

ally, her eyes wid

y most trusted confidante and will be traveling with my procession. Whisper

p breath and pulled back the hea

k back to Erich. Remember, you

wed, her body language perfectly mimicking a timid, overwhel

heard Erich's impatient voice echo thr

faint, mouse-like squeak

ghts. "The Alpha does not like to be kept waiting,"

ard. His gaze lingered on my pale face and my trembling hands-a tremble I inten

n a display of submissive obedience, and

ping with menace. The carriages were matte black, devoid of any decorative crests. The guards weren't courtiers in fancy uniforms; they were hardened warriors with cold e

for me. The interior was just as austere a

k leather as we trudged forward through the thick mud, that a crushing wave of relief finally engulfed

Erich Blackburn

w crack of the window at the manor we were drawing near. It sto

ast on human flesh and blood, and who carried a dead