The morning light was a cold, bruised purple against the snow, offering none of the warmth I had felt in Draven’s arms the night before.
The intimacy of our shared breath and the heat of his skin felt like a dream that was rapidly dissolving in the harsh reality of the dawn.
Draven was already awake, dressed in his heavy leather tactical vest. The Alpha was back, and the man I had kissed was hidden behind a wall of duty.
“They’re here,” he said, his voice a low vibration that didn’t quite hide his fury.
I moved to the window, Ronan balanced on my hip. Down the sloping trail that led to the lake, four figures were approaching. They weren't coming as friends. They walked in a tight, military formation, their expressions grim.
Leading them was
