Draven
Beta Gordon stood outside the door. His face said everything even though he remained completely silent.
The moment our eyes met, I saw it.
He knew everything about Layla and me and the last four months. He knew why I looked the way I did right now.
But the rage roaring through my chest was too loud for me to think beyond what it meant. Or what he intended to do with the knowledge.
All of that could wait.
Right now George was still breathing in the room behind me. He was with my mate.
"Young Alpha,” Gordon said before stepping aside. I walked past.
Half the northern packs were asleep twenty meters down the hall.
The Alpha heir of Arctic Moon could not be seen like this. With jaw locked, my claws itching to find George's throat, the bond burning in my chest like something
