The wolves tightened their circle instantly.
Shadows contracted. Armor glinted beneath the moonlight. Their eyes cold, silver, unblinking fixed on Aurelia as though she were prey they’d spent a lifetime being trained to kill.
Kane stepped in front of her, the motion instinctive even though he was still weak, still recovering from near annihilation. His hands curled into claws that flickered between flesh and gold-tipped bone.
Aurelia placed a hand on his back.
A small gesture.
But Kane’s shoulders loosened just enough to breathe.
The Sovereign Alpha stepped closer.
He moved like a predator carved from silence every stride controlled, unhurried, confident in a way that made even Kane stiffen.
His face was sharp, regal, unnervingly calm.
His hair was dark silver.
And his eyes those
