“Enough.” Torin commanded, and they all went silence. The word wasn’t shouted. Deep, rasped, and powerful—it came from the doorway.
Torin stood there, pale but tall, his eyes molten with fury and devotion. His hands still rested on Freya’s shoulders, but now he stepped beside her like a shield.
Even though he hadn’t reclaim is throne as Alpha yet, his dominance was potent. The effect he had on them was beyond him being their Alpha. But of course, except for the ones who still had their reservations towards him.
Freya turned immediately to look at him and her wolf growled inwardly. Only her could hear it, or maybe him too? Because right then, he looked at her. His eyes carried lots of emotions and unsaid words. Freya wished she could hear them.
“He’s awake,”
“Our Alpha”
“Holy moon”
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