Soren’s finger hovered over the detonator like a promise he was dying to keep.
The sacred grove held its breath. The runes on the stones pulsed brighter, blue light reflecting off the rising sun and turning the grass into a sea of silver. My silver wolf stood perfectly still inside me, anchored by the bond that still hummed warm and whole from the night I had spent in Damien’s arms.
Damien’s hand was iron on my arm. I felt his rage through the bond — hot, barely leashed, the alpha who had bled for me twice now ready to tear the entire clearing apart. But he didn’t move. He trusted me. The bond made sure I knew it.
I took one more step forward, boots silent on the dew-wet grass. The black tactical gear felt like a second skin now. The silver knife on my thigh was a comforting weight. I w
