Breed Me, Alpha King
“There’s the Lunarii guard—elite werewolves who enforce the council’s will. They’re… something else entirely.”
A cool breeze rustled through the trees, making Cathy shiver. Magnus instinctively wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close as he continued. The gesture was automatic, protective, but his voice remained distant.
“There’s Hel,” he said, his voice low and intense. “His spirit guide is Growler, a short-faced bear. Hel can sense things nobody else can—hidden enemies, life essence itself. It’s like he’s got a sixth sense for danger.”
Cathy’s imagination conjured an image of a hulking warrior, eyes glowing with otherworldly perception. “That sounds… terrifying,” she murmured. Everythi