Chapter 101

“What is that about, Cormac?” Talia’s voice sliced through the stillness of the Alpha’s study — sharp, cold, and measured. The air inside the room was thick with tension, the faint scent of pine smoke from the hearth mixing with the heavy musk of power that always seemed to radiate from him when he was agitated.

Cormac stood by the tall window, the night sky casting a faint silver glow across his