Connor’s amber eyes were dark with focus as he paced the length of the hearth in the Vale Hills Estate, his mind dissecting the scent of the trap Mia Turner was laying.
"She’s been exiled from the southern packs," he rumbled, his voice a low vibration that thrummed through the floorboards. "She has no choice but to crawl back here and use your rising star to graft herself back into power. Her obsession isn't just survival, Ava—it’s dominance. She wants to see you under her heel, broken and surrendering. But you and I both know she doesn't have the teeth to keep you down."
I offered a thin, razor-sharp smile. I had already scented her desperation from miles away. Seeing my composure, Lisa felt the tension leave her shoulders. She knew a scavenger like Mia was no match for a wolf who had a
