Azeo had never feared silence, but he never trusted it either.
It lingered too sharp, like the edge of a blade held just shy of his throat.
Now, with McKenna standing in the center of his hall—lace clinging to her like a promise, her crimson eyes locked onto his—silence weighed on him heavier than iron.
The pack bowed their heads in unison, a sea of loyalty. But he didn’t see them. Not truly. His focus had narrowed to the woman who now stood as his equal, his bond, his undoing.
She was radiant. Too radiant. A light that had no right belonging to him, a flame that his beast demanded he consume before anyone else could so much as breathe near it.
Possession clawed at him, primal and merciless. His wolf rumbled low, snarling at the sight of her beauty unveiled for others to see. She shou
