Obsidian Ridge
The portal closed behind Talia with a sharp crack of displaced air.
She didn’t linger.
Anxiety pressed hard against her ribs as her boots hit stone—Obsidian Ridge familiar beneath her feet, steady, anchored, home. Relief flickered, but it didn’t settle. Not yet.
Lucian would listen. She knew that. Her mate was a reasonable man. A steady Alpha. His wolf is even more so.
But reason didn’t erase risk.
And this plan—was nothing but risk braided into hope.
Talia exhaled and turned sharply down the corridor.
She wished Dorian were already here.
Not because Lucian couldn’t handle this, but because Dorian’s presence changed the temperature of therooms. He steadied conversations simply by existing in them. His wolf didn’t posture. Didn’t rush. He watched. And right now, watc
