The celebration lasted long into the early morning hours. For the first time since arriving in Blackwood, Becs saw genuine hope on the faces of the wolves and vampires gathered together. The Southern territory pledged their support, and the vampire covens had answered Seraphina’s call. This time, the Rogue King would face one kingdom, but a united front.
As music drifted through the fortress halls, Becs stood on a balcony overlooking the main hall below. The cool night air brushed against her skin, strong arms wrapped around her waist. Killian, she smiled immediately. His chin rested lightly on her shoulder.
“You should be celebrating.”
Becs laughed softly
“I was.”
His arms tightened slightly
“Out there?”
She turned in his embrace
“No.”
Silver eyes met hers. The same eyes tha
