Chapter 11: The Cracks in the Wall

The confrontation at the Crossroads left a different kind of ache in its wake. It wasn't just the constant, dull throb of the bond anymore; it was the memory of Kaelus's hand on my wrist, the shock and fury in his eyes, and the chilling silence that had followed my accusation. I had drawn blood, metaphorically speaking, and the taste of it was both empowering and unsettling. He was not the untouchable Alpha heir in this neutral territory, and I had proven it. But the victory felt hollow, tinged...