Witch Among Wolves - The Alpha's Enemy Bride
“Your enemy is not the dark, but those who open the door and do not count the cost. The herald can be bargained with, but its price is always belonging—or the breaking of it.”
A chill prickles the air, even with the fire burning bright. Rowan nods, storing away every word.
“I’ll keep watch tonight,” he says, voice low, to me. “And I want Bram, Fen, and Mara nearby. This isn’t over.”
I nod, heart uneasy. The revenant leans in and whispers one last thing to Fyre—her face lights with a kind of bittersweet peace.
As the sun dips low, Agatha brings stew. The hall is full of voices, not quite laughter, but hope, raw and uncertain. The revenant sits by the fire, and this time, no one sits apart.
Sikat na Kabanata