Run Little Mate
Kael’s hand brushed the table, just his fingers, nothing dramatic, but I felt the ripple of dominance spread from him like a shield, slamming into Horrell before the elder could pounce.
“Careful, Alpha Horrell,” Kael said smoothly, though the ice in his voice made my pulse stutter.
Horrell’s lips twitched, his jaw tight. For a moment, I thought he might call Kael’s bluff, press harder, demand more about Lera. But then his gaze shifted, calculating. He was weighing the risk. Even an old wolf knew better than to test Silvermoon steel in front of the entire summit.
So he laughed instead, the sound sharp and grating. “Those are interesting ideals,” he settled on saying.
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