Chapter 170

Third Person's POV

Two more steps and she could cross the threshold, but the mark on the back of her neck suddenly flared with pain.

Her nail-hardened claws dug deep into the doorframe, instantly leaving five silver-blue bloodstreaks on the ironwood panel.

From the living room wafted Tristan's pheromones—a mix of chicory and ambergris, the oppressive aura of a high-ranking Alpha that made her wolf