“Release my mate.”
Lucian’s voice carried through the ruined coven like a blade. Cold. Controlled. Deadly. There was none of the softness Agatha knew so well. None of the warmth he used when speaking to her or their unborn pup. None of the patience he showed when she teased him or refused to rest. This was not the voice of her loving mate. This was the voice of the ruling Alpha. The Silver Wolf.
The wolf who had united every pack beneath his command and brought an army to the coven to take back what had been stolen from him.
Gideon’s grip tightened around Agatha’s arm.
“Your mate?” he shouted.
The veins in his neck bulged as darkness spread farther beneath his skin.
“She was mine first!”
His blackened eyes burned with hatred.
“You took her from me!”
Lucian stood completely still.
