The Rogue's Secret Heir
Behind her, dozens of armed border wolves materialized from the shadows of the forest, their eyes glowing faint amber in the dark.
Clara stepped forward, pulling back her cowl to reveal a scarred cheek and sharp, piercing blue eyes. Her gaze swept over Vanya, locked onto Elena, and finally rested on Kaelen.
"Alpha Vance," Clara said, her voice dry and gravelly from years in the wilderness. "You're a long way from your Citadel throne."
"And you're standing on Northern Territory soil, Clara," Kaelen replied, stepping forward with his hands open, his Alpha aura kept in check to show non-aggression. "You hit Silas's depot."