Elena’s POV

The bond hummed faintly between us, still pulling at me.

Neither of us had moved or spoken since then. Finally, he said, “You should rest. You look tired.”

“I am not tired,” I said. “I am thinking.”

“About what?”

“About how to win.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, but before he could speak, the steward’s voice called from down the hall. “Alpha, the council is waiting.”

Damien glanced toward the sound, then back at me. “Be careful, Elena.”

I gave ...