Risky over

Draven rode at the front of the hunting party, his wolf restless beneath his skin, his senses sharp.

It had been three days since the council chamber — three days since he’d spoken the words that tore his world apart. He hadn’t seen Liora since. He told himself he didn’t care. That he’d made the right choice. But every breath he took felt wrong without her scent near him.

The others rode behind — Kaelen, Corvin. Corvin was too smooth, too calm, the kind of man who ...