Henry's POV
Every instinct in me roared at once. My wolf was clawing, thrashing, demanding I move. I stormed from the council hall before anyone dared speak. If Damion thought he could keep her from me, if he thought a single boundary line could stand in my way, he was a fool.
She was mine. She was my mate and I'd marked her. She was now my blood and the mating mark still burned on her skin.
I didn’t care about politics, or treaties, or Chrysantha’s shrill warnings about war. I would tear through every wall of his territory if I had to.
I shifted mid-stride, my bones snapping and reshaping as my wolf surged free. The forest bent around me as I raced through it with my paws pounding against the earth. My breath was hot in the cool morning air. Every beat of my heart drove me faster, cl
