Omega of Two Packs
Gray hair, old eyes, and a temper he couldn’t control.
“You cannot threaten the council over a servant!” Spit hit the wood. “The pack is bleeding at the southern border. The Crescent wolves are mutating. Our warriors are dying. And instead of securing an alliance through Brenda’s family, you bring a broken boy into the royal bed? The people are calling it a curse.”
“The people will call him Consort,” I said, “because I commanded it.”
I stepped down off the dais and walked right into Vance’s space. His scent went sour with fear, but I didn’t stop. My wolf pushed hard against my skin, asking for teeth and blood.