The morning sun pierced the Whispering Woods, dappling the Blackthorn Pack’s territory. The day felt ordinary—until Remus saw her.
His mate.
The bond hit like a thunderclap, Kane roaring to claim her. Fighting his wolf, Remus shoved him back. No. Not her.
Later that day, he cornered her near the servants’ quarters, gripping her arm.
“If you tell anyone we’re mated,” he growled, dominance suffocating the air, “I’ll mark you a rogue and cast you out. Do you understand me?”
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