RHETT
The weight of the manor felt different tonight. It wasn't just the stone and the mortar; it was the psychic pressure of sixty wolves all breathing in sync, their heartbeats fluttering like the wings of trapped birds. I stood on the balcony of the master suite, my bare chest meeting the biting winter air. I needed the cold. I needed something to dull the roar of the bond that was currently screaming through my veins.
Nola was sleeping or trying to in the room behind me. Even through the heavy glass, I could feel her. She was a pulse in the back of my skull, a steady, golden thrum that made my own wolf pace restlessly behind my ribs.
"You’re going to catch a chill, Alpha, and I’m too old to be nursing a wolf with a head cold," Silas said, his voice cutting through the dark. He didn'
