Caesar's POV
I hadn't expected to see her here.
My wolf knew before I did—a sudden sharp alertness, every sense snapping to attention like a bowstring drawn taut. Then I caught her scent, and something in my chest lurched sideways.
*There.* My wolf's recognition was instant, almost violent in its certainty. *There she is.*
Viya.
She was seated with Alpha Dorian, leaning slightly toward him as she spoke.
And he was smiling at whatever she'd said—that easy, unhurried smile of a man who had no idea he was treading on something that didn't belong to him.
My wolf didn't care about context or protocol or the careful distance I'd been maintaining.
He wanted me to walk down there right now. Plant myself between her and Dorian and make absolutely certain everyone in the ro
