The courtyard reeked of blood and rain.
Shattered stone covered the southern grounds while Silver Crest warriors hauled away the bodies. Smoke curled through the broken gates. No one was coming in or out. The whole place was on lockdown.
But honestly, none of the wolves cared about the dead assassins now.
Their eyes never left Kael.
Or Liana.
Something was off. Way off.
Kael stood dead center in the courtyard, barely moving, chest heaving, silver eyes burning way too bright. Blood soaked his skin and clothes. His claws were still out.
His wolf was right there, just under the surface, threatening to break through.
Every instinct in the pack said one thing: possession.
Mine.
Protect her.
Claim her.
Kael’s Alpha dominance hit everyone like a wall. Younger wolves found it hard to b
