Chapter 344

Third Person's POV

The gates of the Western Pack loomed high and iron-bound, flanked by guards whose hackles bristled with confusion and unease. Theron strode forward, Cleo limp in his arms, her pale face turned into the curve of his chest. His wolf prowled beneath his skin, ready to burst free, the urge to protect her thrumming through every vein.

The moment he reached the threshold, a deep growl