Morwenna's POV
I didn’t wait for Leofric to catch up. My blood was still thrumming from what I saw in the chamber that creature, bound and ancient, buried beneath the temple like a forgotten god. Elda had tried to explain, but the truth was, no one had answers. Not yet.
I burst into the cold night air, the stars overhead smothered by low-hanging storm clouds. Snow had started to fall again, soft and silent, like a veil hiding the truth of what stirred below.
Leofric found me pacing the frost-covered garden path.
"You should be resting," he said.
"So should the dead thing in your basement," I shot back.
He didn’t flinch. Just folded his arms and watched me like he was measuring what I might become. Not just a woman. Not just his mate. But a threat.
"We need to talk," he said.
"Do we
