Mikhail
The Blue Howl pack house looked exactly as I had left it weeks ago.
Weeks of exile in the northern border camps, running patrols and killing rogues to work off the rage that still simmered in my blood.
Weeks of Dimitri's punishment for my transgression. For trying to break down her door.
My boots crunched on gravel as I approached the main entrance, my travel pack slung over one shoulder.
The memory was still vivid, Seraphina's heat scent flooding the manor, driving every unmated male insane with need.
I had fought it for hours before my control snapped and I found myself outside her door, clawing at the wood like a feral beast.
Dimitri had dragged me off personally, eyes blazing with fury, and given me a choice. Leave voluntarily or be exiled by force.
I had chosen to l
