Chapter 170

Third Person's POV

The coffeehouse in the heart of Prime Citadel smelled faintly of roasted beans and ashwood smoke, a faint attempt at comfort against the sharp tang of dominance that seemed to hang in the air whenever two wolves of different packs sat across from each other.

Sivya smoothed her flight jacket as she regarded the man across from her. He looked to be in his mid-thirties, broad-shoul