Alexander’s POV
The heavy mahogany doors had barely clicked shut behind Lilian and Elijah before the suffocating silence of the war room was replaced by a low, dangerous vibration, the sound of my own restraint snapping like parched timber.
I didn’t turn around to face Constantine immediately. I remained anchored to the desk, my knuckles white and strained as I stared at the holographic map.
The red markers representing Thorne’s northern scouts were creeping closer to our border with every passing minute, but their advance was nothing compared to the storm currently raging inside my own chest. The wolf was clawing at the walls of my mind, demanding I drag Lilian back and bury her so deep in the estate that the world would forget she ever existed.
“You’re actually going to let her do i
