“You’ll die before I let you take her.”

Therion’s voice sliced through the tension like a blade, cold and low, yet filled with the kind of rage that made lesser wolves piss themselves.

Across the ceremonial ring carved into the dirt of Whitebone’s inner courtyard, the Alpha of the Whitebone Pack, Eleara’s brother…Alpha Kaelen…stood bare-chested, his pale skin already glistening with sweat beneath the full moon. The runes inked into his chest pulsed faintly, responding to the ...