Alpha Lir POV
The silver tip of the shearing blade gleams in the firelight, hovering a mere three inches from my heart.
Five years ago, she wouldn't have dared to raise her eyes to mine, let alone point a weapon at my chest. But the woman standing before me now isn't the fragile, broken girl I pushed away. Her stance is perfectly balanced, her knuckles white around the hilt, and her gaze is a cold, lethal fire that slices right through my Alpha authority.
My wolf doesn't want to fight her. He wants to bow to her. He wants to press his throat against that blade if it means she will look at us for just one second longer.
"Zara," I say, my voice rough, sounding like gravel scraping under a boot. I don't move as I slowly raise my hands to chest level, palms open, showing her I am completel
