Riguel’s POVThe drive back to Blackwood should’ve been simple, forty minutes of highway, then the familiar turn onto pack land. But my hands were locked so tightly on the wheel the leather creaked. My wolf paced under my skin, unsettled in a way I hadn’t felt in years.Something was off.Not wrong. Just… different.Selma Hartley.Even saying her name felt false, like it didn’t belong to her. She was exactly what she claimed, top-tier corporate lawyer, human, sharp, efficient. Perfect for the legal mess choking Blackwood’s expansion.And yet.The moment she’d walked into that café, gray suit, hair pulled tight, expression controlled, my wolf had stirred. Not just curiosity. Not attraction.Recognition.The mate bond.Which made no sense. Elsa was dead. I’d mourned her every day for five years. I’d replayed her collapse a thousand times, her falling at t
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