The threat hung in the damp, polluted air of the tunnel, sharp and suffocating.
I stopped walking. My wolf didn't just pace; she threw herself against the bars of my ribcage, snarling with a possessive, territorial fury that made my gums ache as my canines pushed against my lips. No one threatened to take what was mine.
"I am grateful for your loyalty to the crown, Nyx," I stated, my voice echoing off the curved concrete walls, dropping into a lethal, glacial calm. "And I honour the sacrifices you made for my bloodline. But let me make one thing absolutely clear."
I stepped closer, letting the Alpha Fog flare just enough to make the air between us crackle with the scent of burnt ozone.
"Finn is my fated mate," I snarled softly, my silver eyes glowing in the dark. "His soul is bound to
