Black Claw: Bound by Fate
The triplets celebrated the next coronation with more violence than ceremony. There were no veiled threats from upstart packs this time; only a few battered envoys showed up, bearing token gifts and glaring from the edge of the property line. Elena let the triplets handle all the negotiations—Damon turning swagger into leverage, Devin smoothing over the bruises with practiced politeness, Declan playing artillery when metaphors fell short. The three of them, so different and so bound together, made her think of the roots under the old willow: tangled, impenetrable, quietly ensuring no one else would ever thrive within twenty yards.
Bab Populer