“If you take one more step toward her, I will rip your throat out where you stand.”
Cassian’s voice vibrated through the underground passage, low and lethal. His arm snapped across my chest like an iron bar, driving me backward against his broad frame. His claws were already extended, gleaming in the shadows, the absolute instinct of an Alpha protecting his mate rising to the surface.
The man standing near the carved stone pillar didn't flinch. He lowered his thick hood, revealing silver-streaked hair and eyes the exact color of twilight. He exhaled slowly, his breath carrying the sharp, crisp scent of pine that cut through the damp rot of the tunnel.
"My name is Vane," he said, keeping his hands open at his sides. "I am the last sworn guardian of the Moon Queen’s legacy. And you, Serap
