phin

s modern, all dark granite and sleek steel, yet the air was still overwhelmingly thick with Damien'

tely drained from his massive frame. I turned my back to him, focusing on the hi

nce. It wasn't a growl. It was a ragged, hollow sou

Blackwood Pack was gone. In his place sat a broken man, his elbo

ths since she stood in front of the entire Pack and severed the bond. It

force myself not to look away. "The bond is dead. So why does Kael still howl for h

eople who were supposed to protect you leave you bleeding in the dirt. The walls I had

n us. I reached out, my trembling fingers gent

the contact, but he

ter than I intended. "Your wolf mourns because he was loyal. That l

aura began to recede. My scent-violets and petrichor-seemed to weave through his heavy cedar, groundi

grief in his eyes replaced

nd back before the warmth of his skin

ting his heavy weight as we navigated th

f floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the pitch-black Blackwood forest. I guided

, taking a step backward toward the door. "I'll s

when a large, calloused ha

ner alarms screaming. But when I looked down,

red, his voice a grav

blood running cold

yes entirely stripped of their arm

ast driven mad by a

den was a death wish, a violation of every unspoken rule between us. But looking at the terrifyingly p

rom my wrist. I pointed to the dark gray Chesterfield so

een lifted from his chest. He didn't argue. He simply lay back against the p

w blanket over my legs. As I listened to the steady, deep rhythm of his breathing, I stared out into the dark forest