Chapter 45

Cerys's POV

The hearth crackled low, filling Valerius's den with the scent of pine smoke and meat broth.

I sat curled in a fur throw, my legs drawn beneath me, only my face showing. Valerius said I looked like a snow cub - small, harmless, and far too curious for my own good.

"Valerius," I asked, watching him move about the kitchen with that calm, predatory grace only Alphas possessed, "if choosin