The Werewolf's Bride
“I am no longer just human. I am hybrid. And I will fight for this pack as fiercely as any born wolf.”
A growl rose from the back, low, dissenting.
Kael’s head snapped toward it.
One of the younger warriors broad-shouldered, scarred across the cheek, stepped forward. “Hybrid,” he spat. “Half-breed. The prophecy says the human bride will shatter us. You’ve already brought death to our door. How many more before we admit the Alpha’s obsession is killing the pack?”
Kael moved like lightning.
He crossed the hall in three strides, hand closing around the warrior’s throat and lifting him off the floor. The man’s feet kicked uselessly. Claws extended from Kael’s fingertips, piercing skin just enoug