STEFAN MONTESSORI
Impossible not to notice her!
It started with a scent.
Not blood. Not fear.
Vanilla... and death.
I was in the training yard when I first noticed her, standing just outside the east gate, cloaked in crimson from head to toe. No one saw her arrive. No one saw her walk in. She just appeared…
Like a curse.
Her hood was down, exposing deep bronze skin, long black hair, and a mouth too full of secrets. Her eyes locked with mine like she had been waiting for me all her life.
“Who is that?” I asked the warrior beside me.
He followed my gaze, then shrugged. “I’ve never seen her before, alpha.”
That was impossible.
No one got in or out of my territory without my word.
I made my way toward her, slow, cautious, my wolf on edge already. Every step closer, I could feel so
