ZIYAH I had never imagined seeing anyone from the Dygani clan ever again. The last thing that I had heard was that they had been eradicated because of how powerful they were. Energy manipulation was an extremely impressive feat because it could be used to alter something’s temperature or even be used as telekinesis. On top of that, manipulating the elements was something nearly unheard of, which was what made it such a powerful weapon. As far as I knew, only one element could be manipulated. Their element was chosen and bound to them from the moment their magic manifested. I would explain of all this to Dante later on because I did not want to these women to think that we cared about their abilities and coveted them. We certainly did not. I cared about these women as people first and foremost. “I’m Ziyah Trelinin. That’s how I know of your clan. Grandmother Ayla had helped train some of your warriors many years ago. I had no idea that any of your clan were still alive,” I told them

ZIYAH I was really looking forward to our night. It would be a brand-new experience for the both of us, but I had no doubt in my mind that we would thoroughly enjoy it. Dante was a curious creature by nature. He loved to know the ins and outs of everything. Perfectionistic to a degree that I had only seen in one other person – myself. There was burning curiosity about my surprise, but he had been unable to persuade me to give up any clues. Anticipation would make it even better. It was getting dark by the time that we finished dinner. We made our way outside and shifted. Byron and I raced to the falls. There was no wonder why wolves loved running. The exhilaration it caused flooded one’s body with a boost of adrenaline. Running this way was the same way that it felt like when I flew in the sky. Byron was a very fast wolf, but I was able to keep pace with him fairly easily. His body whipped around once we hit the finish line, growling at me because he won. I would beat him one of th

DANTE Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. My mate knew how to play her role perfectly. She was desire personified. Not to mention that she was able to somehow pull in every single person’s attention without even trying. Only I could feel her struggles, so that was why I had been sending her steady streams of positive emotions. This was an environment that I would rather she not be forced into, but we both knew the importance of it. She would never allow Haleen or others suffer from this fate if it was possible to save them from it. ‘I’m going to be taking you in this dress when we get home. Fuck, babe. You’ve got me so hard,’ I whispered through our private link. It was true, but it was also to help keep her focus on something other than what we were about to witness as the bidding was about to open up. Ziyah turned to me and licked the corner of my mouth before turning her attention to the front again as if she had not just licked me. Such a tease. My arm draped over her arm, my thumb caressing h

DANTE I had only slept a couple of hours but gave up hope of more by the time 7:00 A.M. rolled around. Ziyah and Jarin had still been heavily sleeping, so I left them to their sleep, hoping that they could both get enough to feel rested. They both deserved it after the shit night they had. A note had been left on the nightstand for them, letting them that I had gone to workout, and to link me if they needed anything. Chris was waiting near the kitchen with a cup of coffee in his hand. The fucker had a knack for knowing when I needed someone to workout with or talk to. He was a lot like my father in that regard. “Thanks,” I said, taking a sip of the coffee. I went into the kitchen and looked around the cabinets until I found honey. There was no going back now that I had been introduced to it. I took another sip and sighed. Now, it was just right. Chris looked at me like I had gone insane, so I just held it out to him. All he would need to do understand was take one single sip. The

DANTE Janina had called me, saying that she needed to speak with my mate and me as soon as possible. So, that was how I found myself sitting in my office with my girl planted firmly on my lap, waiting for her to show up. Her voice had been strained over the phone, so I was immediately on edge, thinking about all of the possible explanations. It could be anything. Janina was always calm, cool, and collected. She was not so much that over the phone. Luckily, we did not have to wait for long for her to show up. “Is everything okay?” I asked her. She sighed and flopped down in a chair. Ever since I had known her, Janina had never looked anything less than polished. Now, however, her hair was slightly mussed, and her eyes held uncertainty and pain as she looked at the two of us. Whatever was wrong weighed heavily on her. “I hope so…” she trailed off, pinching the bridge of her nose. Ziyah hopped up and poured Janina a drink from the bar cart before passing it over to her. Then she pe