The Alpha's Regret The Enemy's Claim
The ring on my finger was warm against my skin, pulsing in time with my heartbeat, guiding me forward.
We rounded a corner — and froze.
A guard stood in the middle of the hallway, his back to us. He was tall and broad, wearing the black and silver robes of the Council. He hadn't seen us yet. He was staring at a door, his posture relaxed, as if he had all the time in the world.
I held my breath. ''He's just standing there. He's going to see us.''
Xavia moved like a shadow. One hand clamped over the guard's mouth, the other pressing a blade against his throat. The guard stiffened, his eyes wide with shock.