Chapter 100 — Bjorn’s War

They still whispered his name like it was both a prayer and a warning.

Bjorn.

The Alpha who loved a dead woman.

The Alpha who survived a curse.

The Alpha who was no longer entirely wolf… nor entirely beast.

He walked Nightshade’s grounds like a shadow carved from winter. Taller. Broader. Scarred by magic that refused to let him breathe without tasting blood. His eyes—once a cool frost—now flickered with a haunting glow beneath the surface, an echo of the ...