Bride of the Human Alpha
I could sense it, even with my own abilities diminished—a kindred recognition between practitioners of the same rare magic.
Victoria was perhaps forty, with silver-streaked black hair and eyes that shifted between gray and gold. She moved with Alpha authority but without the aggressive dominance typical of traditionalist leaders.
"Alpha Shahira. Alpha Daren." She bowed respectfully. "Thank you for seeing me despite your injuries. I know you're both recovering."
"Cade said you have information about Mordecai," I said, skipping pleasantries.
"I do. But first, I wanted to meet you personally. To confirm what I sensed when I heard about the Deadlands assault." Victoria sat across from us, her ga