~ Nora POV ~
"Drop your weapons, Jonathan, or I will paint this mountain with your guards," I barked, stepping directly into the freezing wind at the edge of the cliff.
Below us, the armored man with the scarred eye let out a low, dry laugh that echoed across the pass. "You speak with vast authority for an Alpha who lost her territory, Nora. But you aren't talking to a mercenary or a rogue." He raised his chin, his golden cloak snapping in the mountain draft. "I am Alpha Jonathan. Saved by the Grand Council ten years ago, restored to take what is rightfully mine. The unified territory of Shadow Fang and Crescent Ridge belongs to my bloodline."
Marcus stepped up beside me, his shoulder brushing mine. The tension radiating off him felt like an electric current. "Jonathan is dead," Marcus
