The night passed in a blur of shadows and silence.
Caleb lay beside Iva, his body still, his breathing controlled. To anyone watching, he would have appeared to be sleeping—peaceful, relaxed, at rest.
But his eyes were open.
Staring at the ceiling.
His mind was racing, turning over the events of the past hours like a wolf worrying a bone.
Alpha Calin had dared to attack his mate. In his own castle. Under his own protection.
The audacity was staggering.
Caleb's hands clenched beneath the sheets, his nails digging into his palms. The rage that had simmered beneath the surface since the moment he had seen Calin corner Iva had not faded. It had grown, feeding on every dark thought, every fear, every what-if that haunted the edges of his mind.
Calin had been desperate. Cornered. A wolf
