“It’s nothing. Are you catching a scent, Dominic?” Freya asked, her eyes searching his face for any sign of a shift.“I’m perfectly fine. My senses are sharp. Stop hovering like an omega. And when you find the time, ensure Vanessa learns the etiquette of the High Court. I don’t want her causing a territorial dispute at her bonding ceremony,” Dominic remarked, his voice dropping into a low, frustrated growl that made the air vibrate.Vanessa stood frozen, her inner wolf pacing with agitation.Why is my bloodline always the target? she thought, her teeth belling in a silent snarl.As the mountain mist thickened, shifting into a relentless, icy downpour that smelled of pine and ozone, I realized I was without a cloak. My bangs plastered against my forehead, dripping into my eyes. I lifted my leather satchel over my head, a pathetic shield against the wrath of the Cheshire Pack skies.Through the curtain of the storm, a shadow materialized. He didn't walk; he prowled with the predatory gr
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