Elara’s POV
But the peace I felt in the room was shattered just three days later, not by the elders, who obviously have problems with Julian showing me a little bit of care, but by the sound of war horns echoing from the valley.
The blood pact Julian had placed on my people had bought us a temporary, tense silence within the pack, which, although I wasn't expecting it, I was grateful for. . . but it had ignited a firestorm outside.
Salsa’s father, Alpha Reed of the Red River Pack, a man who I have come to know for his greed and his daughter’s pampered temper, had not taken the insult of the Mating Ball lightly. He hadn't just come for an apology. He had come for my head.
Julian stood along the jagged stone edge at the top of the castle wall, the wind tugging at his hair as he looked d
