Alpha Cain stood tall at the center of the great hall, flanked by warriors and advisors, his expression pinched with disbelief and fury.
He looked so much like his father, yet nothing like an Alpha.
When Rayne entered the hall, a hush fell. Her boots echoed on the stone floor. Her presence radiated command in a way that made the room tighten with unease.
Cain stepped forward, arms crossed, lips curling into a sneer.
“Well, well. The exile returns. Should I call the guards or the executioner first?”
Rayne didn’t flinch. “You sent out a call for help. I answered.”
“I sent a call to allies. Not traitors.”
“You sent it to blood,” she said evenly. “And I’m still that—no matter how hard you tried to erase me.”
Alpha Cain’s jaw twitched.
“Is this a joke to you? Walking back here with rog
