When I walked through the silver gates of the Silver Claw Pack, my heart felt tight, like a fist squeezing it. I did not trust Leon. I did not like him. And I did not like stepping inside his territory. But I had no choice. Aria was here, and until I saw her with my own eyes, my wolf refused to rest.
The palace was tall and wide, built from bright stone that shined like cold moonlight. Silver symbols were carved on every wall. Many warriors watched me as I walked through the long hallway, but none of them spoke. I could feel their eyes on my back. I could feel their doubt. I could feel their fear of me. And I welcomed it.
I am not here to make friends.
I am here for Aria.
When the guards opened the grand doors to Leon’s throne room, I stepped inside slowly. The room smelled like old in
