ire
me, her eyes filled with genuine concern. "Wait... I am escaping, but what if that monste
is a highly respected Elder in the Kingdom's Council, and my father and brother command the most elite warriors. Caiden wouldn't d
er forget your immense kindness, Lady Claire. If there is eve
we need
y heirloom-a silver wolf's head with sapphire eyes-and fasten
r wrist. "This belonged to my mother," she said, handing it to me. I se
pulling the thick white tulle down to obscure
mountains of satin and lace. Our heights and builds were close e
this exact moment, you are Claire Bryant. You are nervous, so kee
ally, her eyes wid
y most trusted confidante and will be traveling with my procession. Whisper
p breath and pulled back the hea
k back to Erich. Remember, you
wed, her body language perfectly mimicking a timid, overwhel
heard Erich's impatient voice echo thr
faint, mouse-like squeak
ghts. "The Alpha does not like to be kept waiting,"
ard. His gaze lingered on my pale face and my trembling hands-a tremble I inten
n a display of submissive obedience, and
ping with menace. The carriages were matte black, devoid of any decorative crests. The guards weren't courtiers in fancy uniforms; they were hardened warriors with cold efor me. The interior was just as austere a
k leather as we trudged forward through the thick mud, that a crushing wave of relief finally engulfed
Erich Blackburn
w crack of the window at the manor we were drawing near. It sto
ast on human flesh and blood, and who carried a dead
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