The Obsidian Fortress was alive with a manic, dangerous energy. From the high eastern terrace, the courtyard below looked like an ants' nest that had been violently disturbed. Elite Lycan warriors in ceremonial black tactical armor were checking their silver-alloy blades, armored SUVs were being lined up in immaculate rows, and the air was thick with the mixed, aggressive pheromones of dozens of high-ranking pack Alphas who had arrived to escort Julian to the city outskirts.
Inside the master suite, the silence was deafening.
I stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at the woman looking back at me. She wore a stunning, floor-length gown of midnight-blue silk that draped elegantly over her curves, cascading down to the floor in fluid, heavy waves. The long sleeves completely ma
