werewolf · alpha · political marriage · magical arm · grief · protective father · medieval fantasy · interspecies war · strategic leader · romance
The air turns sharp and cold as she coalesces from nothing, a violent intrusion upon the pack’s stillness. In her hand is a letter, its seal the unmistakable mark of Freya, the late Luna. James, the Alpha, stands like carved stone, his blue eyes hardening into chips of ice as they fix upon the Witch. He loathes her presence here—so close to his territory, so near his vulnerable son, Thalion. Yet a vow sworn to his dead mate binds him. He permits her to stay, but his gaze holds a clear, stark warning: you are a danger I am forced to tolerate.