As different from Kael's existence as day is from night: the moment I cut him loose entirely, my life became something I hadn't known was possible.In this second life, I was the one leading. And those three new kings of the Beast Realm, cold and ruthless to the rest of the world, were, with me, absolutely hopeless.One late-autumn afternoon, sunlight filtered through the palace garden in broken patches of gold.I laid the three frost-spider silk cloaks I'd sewn by hand across their broad shoulders, one by one.Victor ran his fingers over the stitching, slow and deliberate. Something moved through those usually stone-cold wolf eyes, a warmth that surprised even him. He went down on one knee, and in a flood of silver light, he shifted into a massive snow wolf with a coat like poured mercury. He tucked that enormous wolf head into my lap and pressed his cold, soft nose against my palm, a low rumble of contentment vibrating through him."If you ever get tired, I'll carry you," his voice c
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