nor
e vibrating through the floorboards wasn't just a sound; it was a physical weight pre
speak, the Dowager Lun
tepped out of the shadows, her posture rigid with indignation. "The Lycan King is the ruler of our kind.
ration, Dowager Luna?" I interrupted, m
ed into dangerous slits, but she didn't have
the cliff. "Your heir broke the pact. He abandoned me at the altar for a human. Will the mighty Black
eavy and damning. Whispers erupte
werewolf elite. A complex emotion-a flash of fury mixed with a begrudging, microscopic glint of respect-crossed her anci
ackwood s
ocking out the fractured light from the stained glass. He moved with the terrifying, silent grace of an apex predator, his dark suit impeccably
me. I had to tilt my head
subterranean rumble, devoid of warmth but vibrating with a dark, pos
ingernails so hard into my palms that the sharp sting of broken skin grounded me.
ed, my voice trembling just enough to betray my terror, b
r. "The Blackwoods honor their
a thin, bloodless line, but
g brighter, analyzing every inch of my pale face. He was se
lk away," he warned softly, the
ng away," I wh
ag me out. Instead, he extended his arm toward me. The fabric of his suit pulled taut o
waiting," Kaelen commanded, his vo
us toward the glowing moonstone altar, the crushing reality of what I had just done settled over me like a shroud. I had esca
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