Greyson’s POV
The moment Kael called her Queen, every instinct inside me turned murderous.
The ground beneath my boots splintered as my aura burst outward in waves sharp enough to make weaker wolves stumble backward. Warriors along the wall gripped their weapons tighter. Even Davon took one measured step aside.
Smart man.
Across the clearing, Kael stood calm and infuriatingly composed, silver-eyed wolves fanned behind him in disciplined silence.
Not rogues.
Not mercenaries.
Soldiers.
I hated that realization.
“No one,” I said again, voice low and lethal, “addresses my mate without permission.”
Kael’s gaze slid from the watchtower back to me. “Your mate?”
He tilted his head slightly.
“How small your world must be.”
Sky slammed against my ribs.
Rip his throat out.
Strongly con
