The library felt different now. Minutes ago, it had been a sanctuary of warmth and near-intimacy. Now, it was just a room with too many books and a dying fire, smelling faintly of the disaster I had narrowly avoided.
Stay here.
Guilermo’s command echoed in my ears, heavy with Alpha authority. It was designed to compel obedience, to make my knees lock and my feet root to the floor.
But I wasn't a wolf. And I definitely wasn't obedient.
I grabbed my coat from the back of the chair, ignoring the sharp twinge in my rolled ankle. I shoved my drafting kit into my bag, my movements jerky and fueled by a cold, simmering rage.
Ibbie Nildav Raya hadn't just interrupted a moment; she had declared war. And she had done it by risking the lives of her own pack.
"The southern wards," I whispered to
