Kael had always thought he knew what power looked like.
He had lived his entire life wading in it—born into it, raised to wield it like a blade. His wolf was feared across the territories, his dominance so absolute that even rival Alphas bowed when he entered a room. He had seen battlefields painted with blood, had watched enemies break beneath his claws, had stood at the pinnacle of his kind and thought there could be nothing greater.
But what he witnessed that day shattered every belief he had ever held.
The image of Ariana—his mate, his fragile, stubborn, infuriating mate—standing amidst the battlefield, crimson light pouring from her body like living flame, her eyes glowing with divine fury, her hands raised as if she commanded the very heavens—that vision had seared itself into his
