I lean back in my leather chair, fingers steepled beneath my chin, feet propped carelessly on the polished surface of my desk. Her scent still lingers in the air, wildflowers, pine, and that unmistakable sweet note that marks her as a true omega.
Sophia Blackwood.
The name feels like a puzzle piece clicking into place, though I hadn't realised a piece was missing until now. Ninety-eight percent compatibility. Even I, with decades of experience in pack politics, know how rare that is. How valuable. The Council doesn't send Elder Stone herself for anything less than exceptional cases. Which makes the girl both an asset and a liability, possibly the most dangerous combination that could have stumbled into my territory.
'Nyx is good wolf,' Conri interrupts my thoughts, his consciousness bru
