Roselyn’s heels clicked sharply against the polished floor as she pushed her way out of the ballroom, barely noticing the startled looks of guests she brushed past. Her breath came ragged, her chest tight as though an iron band had wrapped around her ribs. She didn’t stop until she burst through a side door into one of Silverblade’s quiet corridors. The cool air hit her face, but it did little to calm the storm raging inside her.
Her wolf clawed at her from within, a low whine echoing in her head.
'Mate. Ours. Go back. Claim him.'
“No!” Roselyn gasped aloud, her voice trembling as she pressed her hands against the stone wall for support. “No, not him. Not with them.”
Her heart still raced from the moment her gaze had locked with Calvin’s. She had felt it instantly—the rush of recogniti
