The threat hung between us like smoke.
My hands clenched. Pain shot through the stitches. I didn’t care. “Who would send this?”
“Someone who wants you to quit.” Lycian’s voice was ice. “Someone who thinks threats will work better than humiliation.”
“They’re wrong.”
“I know.” He set the phone down. Turned to face me fully. “But we need to take this seriously. This isn’t just pack politics anymore. This is a direct threat to your safety.”
I felt his fear with the bond. Real and sharp. His wolf was pacing. Wanting to hunt. To protect. To destroy anyone who dared threaten his mate.
“What do you want to do?” I asked quietly.
“Lock you in this penthouse until the trials are over. Station guards at every entrance. Never let you out of my sight.” His hand cupped my face. Thumb brushing my c
