"Silence!" he roared, lunging with renewed fury.

"Where is the honor in this bloodshed?" I dodged, my voice steady as stone. "You lost your son, but not to us. The Black Faes saved you once, but they did not save Harry." My throat tightened around his son's name, a ghost between us that neither could ignore.

His attack faltered, the weight of truth staggering him more than any physical blow could. In his hesitation, I saw the glimmer of the wolf he once was-a leader who fought for his pack, not ...