First message
The war between Frostfang and the southern kingdoms had lasted longer than I’d been Alpha.
Peace talks came and went with every passing winter, each ending exactly the same: another treaty abandoned, another border stained red.
I expected today’s negotiations to be no different.
“The human emissary has arrived.”
I gave a single nod.
The great doors opened.
Conversation died.
At first I thought it was respect.
Then I caught the scent.
My wolf surged forward so violently it stole the breath from my lungs.
Mine.
I stood before I realized I’d moved.
The hall watched in stunned silence as I descended from the dais one deliberate step at a time.
Control yourself.
I had faced kings, monsters, and warlords without flinching.
So why…
Why was the human emissary suddenly the most dangerous thing I’d ever encountered?