*Rhys*

I clenched my jaw as I paced about the study in the Hunters Glen Alpha den, thumb hovering over the call button to my father. I knew what my father expected of me. I knew what Egoren expected of their prince.

But I could only think about Saoirse.

I didn’t trust Axureon. I suppose I never truly had, and I most certainly didn’t trust his reawoken mate, who had possessed Saoirse. While this Shylah certainly seemed powerful and not easily hurt, Saoirse ...