The meeting room at Black Briar was thick with tension, Alpha Brennen and Jordon deep in discussion over border security. Warriors stood ready, listening intently as strategies unfolded. The Alpha and his Beta were working out how to secure their borders, after all that Madison had revealed, a couple of weeks before.
Then, the doors burst open.
A hush fell over the room as a figure stepped inside, unsteady but unyielding.
Lilly. She was still weak from the poison injected by the hands of her own twin sister, Layla.
Jordon shot to his feet, his breath catching in his throat. He knew that face, those eyes—his mate. She didn't look that much older than when they had parted ways. Then again, werewolves did age more gracefully than humans.
His other mate.
The room was dead silent as she
