Joanne’s POV
The square was frozen in silence, the tension, a living thing crawling across my skin.
The vampire in the lead, the vampire prince, was cloaked so I couldn’t see his face, but his sword gleamed inches from Anthony’s chest, and for the first time, I saw my Alpha falter.
The cloaked vampire dismounted his black lance, his sword never lowering from Anthony’s chest. The silence that surrounded us was deafening.
The vampire reached up to his hood and pulled it down, revealing his face and I sucked in a sharp breath.
It was him.
“I am Alexander Mortane, Prince of Eboncrest,” he announced, his voice booming across the pack lands.
His men seemed to be surrounding the large crowd and holding everyone hostage with swords and other weapons. From the scent wafting through the
