Elara’s POV
The Red River Pack had retreated, leaving a trail of broken wolves in their wake, but the silence that followed was not one of peace. It was the silence of a pack that had just watched their Alpha turn on his own kind for the sake of a slave. I know!
But Julian stood in the center of the c*****e, his chest heaving. He didn't look at his soldiers. And I know at that moment he didn't care about the elders who stood on the balconies with their angry faces. And I still wonder why.
He only looked at me, and I stood there, feeling the bond between us vibrating, a raw beating that pulsed with every beat of his heart.
The guards stepped back, their eyes downcast, afraid to even breathe in his presence. He didn't check for my wounds with the tenderness he had shown the night before.
