“Because she belongs here,” she snapped, her composure finally cracking. “This is her home. Her safety.”
Safety. Her words hung heavy yet tensely between us.
I closed our distance and whispered softly yet firmly “She would be safe with me. With my pack.”
There was a flash in her eyes, there was defiance and something more which I can't understand. “Safe you said?,” she asked bitterly, as if the word “safe” was a lie.
I was getting irritated by her coldness and was about to ask what she meant, but I heard heavy footsteps behind me.
Prince Ivan approached, his expression dark as storm clouds. I’d dealt with many men in my life, but few carried the kind of quiet, brooding danger he did. His eyes didn’t leave me as he drew near, but his words aimed at Raven.
“Nova is hungry, she is askin
