POV EMMA BELLE
The deepest part of the Black Crag was a place where the torches didn't reach. It was the Silent Gallery, a long hallway of obsidian mirrors that reflected not your face, but the echoes of your soul. This was Vincent's domain. After the fiery confrontation with Damon and the icy logic of Nathaniel, I expected another battle of wills. I expected the King of Shadows to demand his share of the Queen.
But as I stepped into the cool, dark air, I didn't feel the suffocating weight of an Alpha's lust. I felt... peace.
Vincent was standing at the end of the gallery, looking out a narrow window that faced the southern valleys—the lands where the humans lived, far away from the wars of the wolf-kind. He didn't turn around, but the shadows at his feet rippled in a silent gre
