The journey from the jagged peaks of the North to the sprawling metropolis of the coast felt like traveling through time. As the Lycan King’s black armored SUV crossed the city limits, the scent of pine and wet earth was replaced by the artificial tang of smog, ozone, and salt.
I sat in the back of the vehicle, my hands resting on my thighs. I was no longer dressed for war. Silas had provided a sleek, charcoal-grey dress that hugged my body like a second skin, paired with a heavy wool coat. On my chest, the brand Kael had given me hummed—a low, rhythmic pulse that warned me we were entering a territory that didn't follow the laws of the moon.
Beside me, Kael looked dangerously out of place. Even in a tailored black suit, he looked like a wolf squeezed into a cage. He stared out the tinte
