Ash's POV
My eyes widened as I recognized Rowan's voice, the low rumble of it cutting through the panic like a blade, and I eased immediately, my fingers loosening around the dagger hilt hidden below my slacks, the irony hitting me hard because someday I wanted to drive that same dagger into his chest, to end him for everything his bloodline had done, yet here I was letting the weapon go because his voice alone was enough to make my body relax against my will.
He looked over me, his long hair packed up in a tight bun, strands of dark silk escaping to frame his face, and he was wearing full black soldier attire from the werewolf kingdom, black long trousers tucked into boots, an overlay shirt with strips of black crisscrossing across his chest mostly to stack weapons, a black jacket cove
