The next day, as pale as the morning light spilled through his window, Thane stood half-dressed, nursing a cup of hot tea when a flicker of color caught his eye—fiery red, moving gracefully across the palace courtyard.
His heart slammed into his chest.
No. No, no, no.
He leaned closer to the window.
It was her—the red-haired girl. His bride. She was heading toward the palace entrance, escorted by two guards. Her cloak billowed behind her like a crimson flame.
Thane swore under his breath, abandoning his tea and storming out of his chambers. He caught his father just outside the war room, calm and unreadable as always.
“What is she doing here?” Thane demanded, barely keeping his voice low.
The old Alpha didn’t flinch. “She belongs to you now, so you wish to her. "She’s simply coming
