Huck lifted his head at last. His eyes were bloodshot, and the fury in them was enough to make the lead rogue falter. Huck did not say a word at first. He did not need to. The pressure of his Alpha aura rolled off him in crushing waves, cold, violent, and absolute.
The rogue's face tightened. He swallowed whatever he had been about to say, turned sharply, and fled with the rest of his men close behind him.
Arthur reached for Huck's hand, his fingers curling around one of his father's as though love alone might keep him from breaking apart.
"Dad, can we go bring Mom back?"
Huck looked down at the hope in his son's eyes, and something inside him twisted hard enough to hurt. For a moment, he said nothing. Then he forced himself to nod.
"I will. I promise you, Arthur."
He masked both his
