Lorien POV

Lysandra was nowhere in sight, and a dread-heavy groan slipped out of me as the pack house came into view. If she wasn’t outside waiting to pounce, then she was inside preparing to unleash hell the moment we stepped through the door.

A twisted part of me almost wanted her to try something if only to see whether Auren would finally crack. He’d iced over again, every bit of warmth from the trip fading as soon as we crossed the border. I kept waiting for him to stabilize pick a ...