Caspian
I woke before the first light touched the horizon. The air in the room was thick—heavy with the sharp tang of magic and the scent of lilies clinging to Lulu, who was still fast asleep beside me.
I watched her for a moment—the woman who’d become the eye of every storm in my life.
Then, a subtle tug at my consciousness.
A mind-link from one of my most trusted wolves.
[Alpha, I’m at the meeting point. Oyster-Shell.] Erick’s voice sounded urgent.
I slipped out of bed, moving with the silent precision of a predator so I wouldn't wake her.
After making sure she was tucked in tight, I grabbed my black overcoat and stepped out into the freezing gloom of the castle corridors.
I headed straight for the inn. Every breath of mist I pushed through felt like another layer of the tension
