The second roar shattered the night.
Windows rattled violently throughout the pack house while terrified wolves froze in place beneath the crushing pressure rolling through the mountains.
Valdris was closer.
Lyra could feel it now.
Not physically.
Something worse.
A connection.
Cold and ancient, curling through her mind like dark smoke beneath moonlight.
And somewhere deep inside that terrifying presence…
He was aware of her.
He knew that he would be able to get her.
Kael tightened his arms around her immediately as though sensing her fear through the mate bond.
“You’re safe,” he murmured roughly.
But for the first time since becoming his mate—
Lyra wasn’t sure he could promise that anymore.
The entire hall remained silent after her confession.
He called me his.
The words
