Chapter 277

Wren stood amidst the wreckage of her pride, her body still smeared with frosting and blood. Yet even drenched in humiliation, her back remained straight, her wolf's fire flickering in her eyes.

Theron Vane swept into the Ironfang Den like a storm breaking through steel. He paid no heed to the cream coating her hair and skin. Instead, his arms wrapped around her with startling gentleness, shieldin