Hostile Diplomacy

Thorne

It’s no easy feat to calm my wolf.

The moment he sees the cold-hearted human who confronted us after Torin’s rogue attack at the Solstice, he begins clawing at the surface of my skin, begging to get out. I desperately work to keep my face blank, though I know my mate can sense my surprise and fury. She rests one small hand on my thigh, gently caressing my tense muscles. My wolf relaxes sli