The heavy iron-bound doors of the war room didn't just open; they slammed against the stone wall with a violent bang that cut through the low, aggressive murmurs inside.
Silas didn't let go of my waist as he pulled me into the vast, circular chamber. A dozen pairs of eyes snapped to us, and the air immediately thickened with a suffocating mix of territorial musk, sweat, and burning tallow.
But there was something else in the air. Something that made my skin prickle with a sudden, intense heat.
Because we had rushed here straight from our blood pact and that desperate, savage baiser, I was still heavily saturated in Silas’s scent. It clung to the dark leather trousers and fur tunic the servants had given me. To a room full of unmated, dominant Alpha and Beta warriors, I didn't just smell
