Kaela prowled inside her, restless.
Where is he taking us?
Savage’s growl rolled through the bond, steady and unyielding.
Where she belongs.
The answer settled something in Talia’s chest, even as the convoy slowed. Tires whispered against stone as towering iron gates emerged from the dusk, flanked by massive wolves carved from granite. Their eyes were set with amber, catching the last light of day like living fire.
Guards stepped forward. Heads bowed.
The gates groaned open, metal on metal, the sound ancient and deliberate. As the convoy passed through, silence closed around them so completely it pressed against Talia’s ears.
What lay beyond stole her breath.
Not walls. Not battlements.
A palace.
Sprawling and timeless, carved from pale stone that shimmered faintly under the risi
