POV: Katarina Orlov
The dead wolf swayed slowly in the snow, blood dripped steadily from torn fur onto the frozen ground beneath the Volkov gates while silence consumed the war chamber.
Nobody spoke,nobody moved because every wolf inside the room understood exactly what the message meant.
Provocation, disrespect. A direct challenge to the Black Alpha himself.
Katarina watched Cassian carefully from across the chamber.
Interesting.
He didn’t explode, didn’t rage, didn’t shout.
The most dangerous thing about Cassian Volkov had always been his silence.
And right now, he was completely silent.
Snow melted slowly against the shoulders of his black coat while blood stained one sleeve from whatever violence happened outside moments ago.
Beautiful, terrifying, still hers or at least he w
