She's tall, wrapped in robes the color of old blood, her crimson-black hair moving in a wind that doesn't exist. Morganna Vale steps into the Blackthorn Pack house like a queen entering her domain.
"Enough." Her voice carries without shouting, amplified by magic. "I didn't come here to watch dogs fight."
The hired warriors immediately disengage, falling back to flank Morganna in a protective formation. Pack wolves maintain their defensive positions, but I can see the uncertainty. This is a witch powerful enough to blow through reinforced doors with a gesture. How do you fight that?
Kade shifts back to human form, standing naked and blood-spattered but utterly unashamed. Alpha dominance radiates from him like heat.
"You're trespassing on my territory." His voice is granite. "Leave now,
