Modric’s POV
I was out of the truck before the engine fully stopped.
The unfamiliar vehicle remained parked beneath the trees, dark and polished, with mud from another territory dried along the wheels. Frostfang markings were carved into the metal near the rear window, small enough to miss unless someone knew what to look for.
A man’s shadow moved behind Velvera’s curtains.
My wolf surged forward with a violent growl.
I crossed the yard in seconds and shoved open the cottage door without knocking.
Velvera stood near the fireplace with a glass of wine in her hand. Across from her sat a man I had never seen before, tall and broad-shouldered, wearing a gray travelling coat. His dark hair was tied at the back of his neck, and a silver Frostfang pin rested at his collar.
Both of them tur
