phin

. I sorted the scrolls into categories: War Records, Pack Laws, an

detailing the ancient Blood Moon Pac

he sheer, silent stealt

a of a dominant Alpha instantly filled the space, thick as a physical weight. His ice-blue eyes n

ed unnaturally calm, like a ribbon sl

before his Gamma pressure. "Waiting for you, Commander. A

grace. He stopped only when the tips of his heavy black boots were mere inches fro

h cedar-crashed over me, completely swallo

es on the desk, then back at me. A flicker of

ngue?" he demanded, his

smoothly, keeping my voice steady despite the frantic beating of my heart. "I am qui

peeling back my skin to read the secrets inscribed on my bones. I held m

slightly oversized collar of the borrowed tunic-before snapping bac

, his voice sharp, breakin

antly at the doorway, keeping his ey

deon orde

mug on a silver tray. He set it on a side table and immedia

e didn't hand it over immediately. He held it suspend

apping my fingers aro

on didn'

sive, calloused hand dwarfed mine. I could feel the blistering heat

se, suffocating heat that violently contradicted his cold exterior. We were stan

ed for his nephew. The taboo of our proximity h

he rigid tension of his shoulders, in the

hard. The iron control of the Direw

y slow against the sensitive skin of my knuckles as he pulled away. A jolt

p back, putting a safe, prof

rougher, huskier than before. "The Matriar

e trembling. The real battle with the Matriarch was about to begin, but as I looked at the imposin