The Price of Protection

Thorne

“She’s still mad at you, huh?” Soren remarks, glancing pointedly in the direction of my sullen mate.

Clara is curled up on the couch reading the Sylvaran history book she risked her precious life to reach last night, and occasionally glancing up to shoot me vengeful glares.

“You can say that again.” I chuckle humorlessly, my wolf reaching out for her through our bond, only to hit a granit