Still, I held my ground, unwilling to give her the satisfaction of seeing me weakened.
But her moment was cut short when her face turned blank for an instant, her eyes glazing over. The air shifted as murmurs died down.
I recognized the look immediately. Someone was calling her through the pack’s mind-link.
And then she smiled—a slow, victorious smirk that sent my stomach sinking.
When she reentered the room, her posture was straighter, her glow amplified. She made a point to stand in the middle of the space, gathering silent attention from the growing crowd.
And then he appeared.
Alexander crossed the threshold like a storm manifest, his presence sending waves of dominance through the room. The collective gasps of the gathering wolves said everything I didn’t have the strength
