ALPHA GIDEON'S POV
I watched her from across the fire, pretending not to notice the way she kept sneaking glances at me.
Vera Stormborn.
Even her name carried a kind of wild power.
She sat stiffly, eating in small, quick bites like she was ready to bolt at any moment.
I couldn’t blame her. She had been through hell — tossed around like an unwanted object by the very people meant to protect her.
The anger in me simmered quietly.
Blake was a fool. A blind, arrogant fool.
Any man with half a brain could see Vera wasn’t just another broken girl.
She was fire wrapped in fragile skin.
And if handled wrongly, she would burn everything around her — including herself.
I leaned back slightly, letting the morning breeze cool my thoughts.
Nyx — her wolf — had stirred earlier.
I had caught
