The air in the council hall was thick with exhaustion and the sharp, metallic scent of fresh blood. Ethan and his senior warriors had just returned from the western border, where they had successfully carried out a brutal, comprehensive m******e of the persistent rogue force. The tension was still vibrating off the Alpha, his massive frame still radiating the cold power of his wolf, Shadow.
Liam was part of the group, until he peeled away to go be with his mate. Martha had sent him a subtle mind-link confirming that the rogue, had regained consciousness.
Ignoring the pain in his flanks and the general debriefing, Liam hurried back toward the infirmary wing, his duty as Gamma temporarily eclipsed by the consuming, urgent pull of the mate bond, and the threat the rogue represented, deman
