The helicopter blades didn't stop spinning when the door opened.
That was a power move. Southern King style. You don't turn off your engine in another Alpha's territory unless you plan to stay. You leave it running to show you can leave whenever you want.
Cade's entire pack had surrounded the lawn — fifty Blackstone warriors in wolf form, snarling, claws out. White Moon warriors too, led by my father, in grey wolf form.
And in the middle, standing barefoot in the snow in Cade's shirt that barely covered my bump, flanked by Cade and Rhys, I waited.
Alpha King Magnus of the South stepped out.
He was not what I expected.
I expected old. Ugly. Scarred.
He was maybe thirty-five, tall as Cade, silver-white hair cut short like a military Alpha, eyes so pale blue they were almost white. No
