lia

the buoy line, the air

il every breath was a fight. The aura of an ancient Lycan - pure, unfiltered, and not pleas

d harder, straight toward the s

es, the most dangerous place

inged. "What are you useless fools wa

e on his face. "Young Master, that is the Grand Chancellor's private pavilio

. "I am the future Alpha of this land! Wit

urelia reaches the Grand Chancellor, our whole pack is e

guards shed their heavy iron armor and hit

e slicing toward me at terrifying speed, fangs ba

i

letting the murk swallow my silhouette. The venom-c

e long, elegant finger tapping a slow rhythm on the armrest. Through the translucent sil

rged soundlessly from the dark corner, hand resting on his c

it laced with faint dark-blue veins, poisoned by a s

rk water where I swam. "Let us see what tric

fteen feet, clawed hand reaching to crush my thr

fless girl sho

eneath his arm, and drove the poisoned needle

per's venom detonated

, spasmed once, and went limp - a slab

ust erased a trained Alpha warrior in a single breath. Fear made

my fingertips with divine neurotoxi

situation curdled into

found a new target. "Drag t

against the stone bank. Bridger drew a serrated silver dagger and pres

and roared across the wa

t pavilion, and I will slit your pre

ted, weak-willed, ridiculously attached to my servant

g off me, his blade alread

ding my fury in place

l crimson. Even the lake around me se

cker of genuine interest on that glacial face. That was not the gaze of

oodlust. "Harm one hair on her head, and I swear to

eing threatened by a wolfless girl push

atch he

heartbeat, Sadie's