AURORA POV
Hester surged in my chest, a snarl ripping through my ribcage like it could shred him from here.
I stepped closer, feet crunching through the bloodstained snow.
My dragon wanted to burn him alive.
So did I.
He was naked, on his knees, throat pinned in Alpha Kendrick’s iron grip. His skin was smeared with mud and streaks of blood, some fresh, some dried. He wasn’t resisting. He wasn’t even trying. He just knelt there, jaw clenched, eyes fixed low like he knew he belonged in the dirt.
Around him, the last of the Bloodhound wolves were submitting—dropping to their bellies, whimpering, tails tucked.
But not him.
No.
Him? He was still proud, even under Kendrick’s hand, even under my stare.
I took another step forward, my aura crackling like fire ready to burst. Kendrick gla
