Easton
Nobody moved.
Not the wolves.
Not the shapeshifters.
Not even Arianna.
Mara remained on one knee in the middle of the road with her head bowed, and for the first time since those black SUVs rolled into Gold Pack territory, Arianna’s father looked completely unprepared.
I didn’t know enough about shapeshifter politics to understand every layer of what had just happened, but I knew power when I saw it.
And Mara hadn’t bowed to him.
She’d bowed to my mate.
“My heir.”
The words still hung in the air.
Arianna stared at the woman like she’d forgotten how to speak.
Her father hadn’t.
“Get up.”
Mara didn’t move.
His voice sharpened.
“I said get up.”
Nothing.
Two other shapeshifters who had stepped forward stopped several feet behind her. They didn’t kneel, but they didn’t
