Alpha Lir POV,
The scotch in my glass was expensive, aged longer than the peace treaty between Silvercrest and Downridge but it tasted like acid.
I stood in the shadows of the banquet halls' stone gallery, my fingers gripping the railing so hard the stone began to c***k under my touch. My suit jacket felt too tight, and my tie felt like a noose.
Every breath I drew in this castle was saturated with the scent of pine and woodsmoke and it was colonizing my lungs, suffocating the wolf that was currently screaming behind my ribs.
“She is here,” my wolf snarled, his voice a vibrating bass in my skull. “Get her and claim her.”
“Quite.” I hissed under my breath, my knuckles white.
I am an Alpha and the CEO of the largest silver-exporting pack in the northern territories. I wouldn’t lose my
