Trevor Rouje exercised stringent control as a matter of course—his beast was powerful, extremely dominant, and he was the undisputed ruler of a Pride controlling much of the eastern U.S. seaboard, not to mention stretching inland. If he hadn’t been cunning, strong, and savagely patient, he would never have survived.
For him to drop everything and rush onto another Kith ruler’s territory, even without setting foot outside the plane, was unprecedented. But a daughter, especially a demie, was the most precious thing a Kith could have.
demieJack’s boots rang against wet metal strips that passed for stairs; he cradled his twin’s limp, unconscious body. Zoe’s braid hung over his shoulder; her scent would wash lesser Kith into submission like Dad’s and his own. But amid that strength was a shee
