ssa

e Blackwood Pack. Taller than the rumo

in his grip didn't shrink him-it sharpened him

he deepest part of my soul. C

last life I was murdered on the e

e stories, lived through the aftermath-that this man, for all his ferocity, was the o

ut the growl of a wounded beast. I knew

into a single, burning point.

-on. For an Omega to meet an Alpha's eyes was

ssed his face before the

id, clear and firm. "I k

Mills, if memory served-

ssed thin. He didn't c

could smell the cedar and, beneath it, a bu

ed him dead in the eye, and

I accept you, Constantine Witt, a

like a stone into still water. Nash

He had not expected this. Not th

s cane went white.

s mind was resisting. The wa

e saying? Do you know who I am? A cripple whose temper i

like stones, testing

dy nearly brushed his chest. "I know," I said softly.

and laid my fingers over the back of

d between us, and

le I could almost hear through ou

his eyes betrayed him. Shock. Con

st objective was comple

hard moment, as if trying

, Omega," he

what I want

d a new lif

ash. Bring her. It seems the Clay P

. He ha

s way" gesture, awe and cur

back. Straight. Proud.

ates are bound. You will be my