CHAPTER 87
MARCO
BREAKING SHADOWS
I felt the bond before I even touched the wards. Matteo’s presence pulsed like a muted drumbeat, coiled and sharp, hungry for release. Coming back was a little bit risky since I had to check the perimeters before releasing Matteo and trying to find a way to rescue Callie. My wolf surged lightly, not wild but ready, teeth clicking softly under my jaw. Every nerve in my body was alert, mapping the corridors, sensing the layers my father had layered like armor over the estate.
I pressed my fingers against the reinforced door, tracing the ward lines with careful precision. The patterns were familiar, repetition, dominance, a hint of overconfidence. My father always trusted his control more than his men. That was our advantage.
A low exhale, internal, to m
