len

nt of old leather, expensive whiskey, and my own Siberian cedar and frost did little to cool my irritation. My grandmother, Elder Seraphina, had p

e. Her sheer incompetence had caused absolute chaos, offending allied Alphas and nearly sparking a war. It took the former Royal Luna stepping in, flanked by Lady Kimberli and a formidable female Alpha from a northern pack whose sharp int

ubmission her rank demanded-I felt an unnerving, electric shock of recognition. The same untouchable steel I had glimpsed in that northern Alpha years ago radiat

eta, who stood silently by

Below, in the sprawling gardens, Elara was kneeling on the grass bef

coffed. Her tone bordered on insolent, clearly emboldened by my grandmoth

k into her submissive shell. Instead, the

lockage, Hattie. You've been feeding him too many rich meats and entirely neglecting fiber. D

mouth opening and

authority. "Is his future strength a risk you

Hattie stammered, tak

For your negligence, half of your stipend is docked for this moon cycle. One more mist

bowing her head in a mix of gen

ed by a woman of profound warmth. Her voice softened to a gentle murmur as she began explaining

My chest heaved as my Inner Wolf clawed at th

roared, the possessive pride

ishing her dominance over a key servant with flawless precision. I stared down at her kneeling in the dappled sunlight, the mystery of Elara Foster deepening into a dangerous obsession. I wa