Kael’s POV
Something is unsettling about standing inside another Alpha’s territory.
Every instinct in my body reminds me of it.
The scent of another pack fills the air: pine, iron, wolf, territory. It presses against my senses like an invisible challenge.
Blackthorn.
I rest my forearms on the wooden railing outside the guest hall, watching the warriors train below.
They are disciplined.
Fast.
Ruthless.
Elior runs a powerful pack, and he has the Silver Flame within his pack. Elior has not introduced them to me.
Behind me, boots scrape against stone.
My Gamma, Darius, steps beside me.
“Are you sure of this?” he mutters.
I huff quietly.
“Are you not?”
“No.”
“Good.”
Because neither am I, but I must find her and I cannot come directly to take another Alpha’s slave, a bought po
