The motorcade stretched three miles through Blackwood territory, black SUVs bleeding exhaust into mountain air that had never known such concentrated power. Liam stood at the compound's main entrance, watching democracy come to beg at his door. The irony tasted like copper pennies—the same government that had tortured his son now needed that son to save the world.
His wolf paced beneath his skin, agitated by the scent of so much fear wrapped in expensive suits. These people reeked of desperation despite their designer cologne and political posturing. Through the mate bond, he felt Akira's awareness like warm honey threaded with steel. Five months pregnant and more dangerous than any army they could field.
"Madam President." He didn't bow as she emerged from her armored cocoon. Katherine
