Claws still curved from my fingertips.
Gold still burned in my eyes.
My wolf’s smile still sat behind my teeth.
Beside me, Penny shifted too.
She rose from Itaca like a goddess, golden light clinging to her skin, her dark hair whipping around her face though there was no wind. Her eyes were wrong in the most beautiful way. Too bright. Too old. Too furious.
Not Penny pretending to be fine.
Not my always-cheerful sister.
She looked like the answer to every man who had ever mistaken beauty for permission.
Liam shifted at her side and stayed half in Cerberus, shoulders broader, claws out, teeth too sharp for a human mouth. His whole body curved toward her like a shield that wanted to become a weapon.
Some of my brothers’ warriors started to surge forward.
“No,” I said.
The command r
