"We are fighting an ancient wolf god, a political traitor, and now we must hunt for a rogue Alpha to complete our sister's bizarre mating circle. "
Alaric's arms were my world, tucked securely against his side in the damp, cool moss. I felt the immense, steady power of his Alpha heart beating against my ear. The fierce passion of the last hour had done its work; Black was completely satiated and anchored, allowing my mind to achieve a terrifying clarity. The emotional indulgence was over. Now, it was time for the King to rule.
"Maelis," Alaric commanded, his voice a low, hard rumble against my hair, demanding facts. "You confirmed he's the source feeding Marcus false intel. Give me the details of his connection to Vorath."
