Auren POV

The unease in the pack was palpable the moment Lorien stepped onto our land. She didn’t need to speak a word for everyone to know what she was. Her hair fiery red like a burning banner gave her away long before anyone got close enough to scent or sense her.

We hadn’t had a Fae within our borders for decades not since the night the curse was cast. Since then, an unspoken rule had existed between us: their kind stayed on their land, and we stayed on ours. A wide, empty stretch of ...