"Chemistry and magic will tell you who you want. But the wolf will tell you who you need. And sometimes, the wolf is a lying, possessive bastard."
Nyra's coffee was a weapon and It was strong enough to kick-start a dormant engine, bitter enough to command respect, and tasted faintly of cinnamon and the smoky scent of her magic. We were sitting at my desk at the command center of BlackThorne Security, but it felt less like an office and more like the only safe harbor left in the world.
The early dawn was seeping through the high, barred windows of the warehouse, painting the dust motes in streaks of grey and rose. Forty minutes had passed since my confession in the yard, forty minutes of me sketching out the lineage of the Crestwood Omegas, the truth about my power, and the terrifying hunger of the ancient Alpha wolf, Vorrath.
