The Alpha Prince's Rejected Mate
The blue fungi light casts strange shadows across his face, making him look older, more solemn than his years.
"This," he says, gesturing toward the wolf, "is what has your father on edge. It was discovered fifteen days ago, Knox. Fifteen days, and look at it—no decay, no scavengers have touched it. Its white fur remains pristine, as if it died moments ago."
I crouch down, reluctant but drawn closer by morbid fascination. Something about this feels wrong—a violation of natural order that sets my wolf on edge. Liam growls deep within my consciousness, urging me to back away.