“I thought you’d offer more,” he said finally. “I suppose it’s time I do it myself.”
He stepped forward.
And I stepped over the corpse of one of the rogues.
“We don’t fear you,” I growled, shifting back to human form, blood dripping from my mouth and hands. “You’ve already lost.”
“Have I?” he asked. “The mark still binds you. The Council has old men. What would they think when they knew you are sleeping with the future kings? What did the queen—”
She flinched, like he kicked her.
“She doesn’t need the Council,” Rafe snapped, his voice only in my head. “She has us.”
The man’s eyes flicked to Keya.
“Let’s end this bastard now. It’s an alternative, right?”
Because there was an alternative.
According to wolf lore, when a bond was broken by death—the mate mark burned off.
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