The Alpha's Unwanted Human
"I didn't break your Council, Kade. Your Council was already rotten from the inside out. I just showed you where to strike."
"You held the mirror, little warrior," Kade murmured softly, leaning down to press a lingering, warm kiss to the top of my head. "And forced us to look at what we had become."
Footsteps sounded on the stone trail behind us—slow, deliberate, and familiar.
Jace walked onto the granite ledge, wearing a simple dark wool tunic and leather trousers. At seventy-five, the former Beta carried himself with a quiet, relaxed grace, his amber eyes reflecting the warm midday sun. He held two wooden cups of hot, spiced cider, stepping forward to hand one to me and one to Kade.