Thorne stormed through the mansion, sniffing like a hellhound alongside his guards who were searching for Ember on his command. The entire mansion was on high alert, whispers and questions flitting between staff and pack members about what was happening.
He was enraged. What were the odds? That a member of a pack he was feuding with had infiltrated his pack, his house, his heart? It was all so convenient.
Serene had told him that Ember was the head of one of the rogue packs formed after Bloodveil fell. They had been causing disturbances and plotting their revenge from the shadows. She was smart, and he didn’t know how, but she had orchestrated their meeting in the woods that day, probably to kill him. But fate had given her a much better option. By mating them, she gained access to far m
