Savannah’s gaze locked onto her mate, watching the way his jaw flexed, his muscles tightening with barely restrained frustration.
Theo hated the idea of her staying with Rowan, the King of Wolves. That much was clear. But despite his obvious displeasure, he couldn’t argue. He wouldn’t dare contest the king’s decision.
And that gave her power.
Savannah tilted her head slightly, studying Theo’s reaction before speaking.
“I’ll stay with my mate,” she said, her voice deliberate. Theo’s eyes snapped to hers, sharp and focused.
“But,” she continued, raising a brow, “I’ll visit you often, Uncle. And if anyone—” she paused, letting her gaze drift toward Clover, who wasn’t present but whose presence still lingered like an unwelcome shadow “—tries to interfere or disturb us…” She turned back to
