Snowyvale’s border gates always made me feel small. Massive iron bars. Tall watchtowers. Warriors pacing the top. It was designed to intimidate strangers, and honestly, it usually worked.
Except today.
Today, a stranger stood at the gate like he owned the place.
A rogue, tall and lean with messy black hair and a coat too thin for the cold. His hands were shoved into his pockets, posture relaxed as if he had not just wandered into one of the most territorial packs in the region. When the guards shifted in irritation, he smiled politely.
A charming smile. Too charming.
Ronan and I arrived together, mostly because he walked faster than me and I refused to jog like some obedient puppy. Warriors parted the moment he stepped forward, giving their Beta a clear view of the stranger.
The man’
