even the bravest of wolves. A tyrant they called him. An omnipotent ruler who ruled with an iron will, his temper is as shar

lpha was a politician, a warrior, and an enigma all rolled into one. There was always one dis

as that

n't he ha

s cur

sn't believe

Goddess did not c

at someone else had done was something to tear him asunder: someone who was supposed to care, to sta

t beneath the surface, ready to boil away like a tempest unrestrained. A man with far too many secrets behind

ose? To be owned by someone else. Yet that thought was like a cloud; it drifted away as quickly as it came

most as often as in the halls of the high council and that fate was plan

*

ose elders who were trying to persuade him to choose a mate on diplomatic grounds. Been

en route to court alliances. Caden was asked to oppose the High Council for months now. They wanted him to

e ref

ke a lone wolf" an elder

nearly a decade,"

, it was the last. There was no debate with Alph

orce, now come

na, no one at his side. Rumors were circulating that Caden had grown restless: his frustration would po

met. Maybe it was because of some uncommonly wielded attentiveness

part of me

t was given to r

r soul quiver when something is just afoot-the pr

ng behind his eyes, a clenched jaw that looked over his land that said

e was dreaming

*

has stepped onto your tail?" Zara'

Packhouse, hanging up the linens for so

t tired,

now, you should try smiling once in a while.

cheek. My fists clenche

ng emissaries to the surrounding Packs. Something about stren

ach tig

e, with a dreamy smile gracing her lips. "Those she-wolves are drop-dead g

ply. I rare

ing to keep daydreaming about Alphas, at leas

slipped fr

rf

down to pick it up; it was already

even stenciled in glaring lights on any of the high walls she owned. I was

and blood. Mine was held together with silen

thoug

rought a differe

ion. The trees were tall and ancient, their branches laced with secrets. T

of him. Tall, broad, with long dark hair

tur

the a

I caught the faint

oo

wo

with such fear

as if trying to calm that po

wa

his...

are. My mind played tricks on me from Zara's

eling sat on my chest:

as c

. nothing will ever