Dane POV

Dane’s hearing immediately picked up two words. “Lilia” and “threat.” Both were spoken by Ravyn in a voice that reminded him of his own parents.

They always worried over every little threat too. A dragon. War with another pack. Someone leaving silver weapons in the pack lands. There was something new to worry about each day.

He raced into the Parlor, where Anneliese held up a red-and-white rose, similar to the one Lilia thrust ...