{Aurelius’s POV}
The door banged tough enough behind me to clatter the vases mounted along the walls. My room was dim, except for the persistent silver of moonbeam slicing in through the thin window slits.
The fireplace had a single burning flame, I didn't bother lighting the rest. The shadows suited my mood better.
Damn her.
Every step I took echoed with frustration. Ryanna. Ryanna. Ryanna. Her name tasted bitter on my tongue. She and those dregs she calls packmates. Scraping their way back into my lands, messing with plans that had taken years to set in motion. She should have died in the wilderness.
I flung my coat across the chair as I poured myself a drink yet I barely tasted it. The wine which was spiced to perfection tasted no different from bland ale.
“She thinks this is a re
