The city never truly slept, especially with werewolves woven into its pulse. Scepter Tower glimmered under the night sky, an impenetrable fortress on the outside, but within its walls, Rashel felt the subtle quiver of coming war.
Kael was asleep in his crib in Rashel’s office, hugging his stuffed wolf. Rashel watched his tiny chest rise and fall, something primal in her heart softening at the sight. He was safe—for now.
But everything outside that office was dangerous.
Jethro stepped in, his presence carrying the steady weight of an Alpha. He watched Kael for a moment before turning to Rashel, jaw set.
“He’s coming to town.”
Her heart skipped a beat at this information.
“Who?” She asked even though in her heart she was already sure of his answer.
“Seth”
“Here?”
“Yes,” Jethro confi
