AUDIENCE WITH CAELAN
The door hadn’t even fully shut behind Ethan before a deep, guttural snarl rattled the wood.
Victoria’s voice carried through, deadpan:
“Well. He’s eager. Try not to let him break anything… or anyone.”
Alicia barely had time to steady her breathing before the door was thrown open with supernatural force.
And Caelan stepped inside.
Tall, broad and wild. More wolf than man. His chest was bare, his skin streaked with dirt and old scars, as if he had sprinted through half the continent without stopping.
His eyes, those dangerous, ancient, gold-ringed eyes, locked instantly on her.
And he froze, his pupils dilated, nostrils flared and then a sound rumbled from his chest. It wasn't a growl or a warning but a claim.
“Alicia…”
Her name left his lips like a prayer he
