ont

d council chamber, my chin resting on one closed fist. Warren Vance, my wolfless

arpened the severe lines of my face-the high cheekbones, straight nose, and hard-cut jaw that had appeared on Eldorian coins for more than

decades of war and rule, my body remained hard with pureblood Lycan strength. The throne had been ca

choing in the quiet chamber. "He brought the George girl back with him after Lady Enola Hanson humiliat

olish obsession with a minor noble's daug

a?" I asked, keepi

dered the ancient shrine of the Silvermoon Temple opened for a private visit four mornings from no

name, something moved v

iers, and naked invitations. Now he stirred for a woman who was supposed to be my

a Ha

rmed between my thighs. The heavy fall of my coat concealed the reaction, but I shifted against the throne a

ted, the word he

the inside of my ribs, pressing on

i

The divine bond, dormant for decades, snapped into place wit

e cast an immense shadow across the dais

d with an Alpha command that left no room for que

and hurried to

t a relentless pace. The journey that normally took days was compressed into a blur of raw power and mounting

s, I reached the secluded grounds of the Silvermoon Temple. The sanctuary w

h the frost-draped marble pillars of the outer co

ne, surrounded by falling snow an

ulders, and her proud, sharp profile stole the breath right out of my lungs. The moment my eyes locked onto her

y unaware of the predator watching h

adying the raging instinct within me. Adjusting my cloak, I stepped out fr