A *general.*
To reach that level, to command armies, to lead wolves into battle against demons and rogue packs and threats that lurked in the darkness—the power he must have wielded. The aura. The discipline.
Lori had read about him in the archives. The youngest general in a century. The highest marks in the military academy. The pride of the Scott family.
And now, he was hers.
The thought made her chest tight.
Physically, he was built like a mountain. Broad shoulders that blocked out the light. Arms thick with muscle, corded and strong. A chest that seemed carved from stone. Sometimes, when she stood beside him, she had the feeling that he could break her in two with just a squeeze of one arm.
It should have terrified her.
Maybe it did, a little.
But what made her choke with emoti
