Zara Fen POV
The temperature in the workshop didn't just drop; it died and seemed to vibrate as a violent, freezing draft slammed the door against the stone wall. Alpha Silas’s snarl was a physical weight, his body vibrating with the need to shift.
"I told you the air would be heavy tonight, Zara," Silas rasped, his eyes locking onto the dark doorway.
Alpha Lir stepped out of the shadows. He wasn't the polished Alpha in a tailored suit anymore. He was dressed in a heavy, fur-lined coat, his hair dusted with frost. He looked feral, ready to tear anything that gets in his way.
"Inspecting the transit lines, Lir?" Silas’s voice was a dangerous rumble. "At midnight? In my private workshop?"
Lir didn't answer. His gaze was a laser, cutting through the dim lamplight until it landed on my ha
