The heavy oak door of the True Alpha’s quarters slammed into its frame with a concussive, final boom that rattled the decorative iron sconces along the wall. The moment the latch engaged, sealing them back into the luxurious isolation of the room, the terrifying pressure of the central tower dissolved, leaving behind a sharp, ringing silence.
Avery stumbled forward, her knees trembling so violently that she had to catch herself on the edge of the mahogany dining table. Her breath came in short, jagged gasps, her lungs still burning from the residual effects of Magnus’s suffocating aura. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the absolute, icy terror clawing at her throat.
Leo. The tyrant had spoken his name. The trap had moved.
She spun around to face Jake, her spine straightenin
