The silence in the basin of the High Needle was absolute, a heavy velvet veil that pressed against Rhiannon’s skin. The moon’s silver light caught the steam rising from Fenris’s shoulders, but his posture was far from peaceful. His muscles were locked in a visible struggle, his jaw tight enough to crack bone.
Rhiannon watched his eyes. The deep, steady blue of the mountain was being invaded by swirling, molten gold- the predatory light of the Alpha. Malphas was clawing at the surface, unsettled by the intensity of the bond they had just acknowledged.
"Malphas wants out?" Rhiannon asked, her voice a soft thread in the cold air.
Fenris didn't answer at first. He gripped the edge of a boulder, his knuckles turning white. The internal battle was loud enough for her to feel it through the
