No control

Being in the moon city had never felt so nerve-wracking.

Everyone was on edge with the tension growing; the sun had set in no time, a reminder of the dinner all packs must attend to further strengthen their relationship, but with no talk of the matter of war.

But Rygan could barely think of that; all that was on his mind was Elise! Elise, Elise! He needed to talk to her; just another glimpse of her would quench the burning flame of yearning in his heart.

So Rygan had left his chambers first, walking through the compound, his head a mess from what just happened today, and he thought he was processing fully now that Elise was still alive. But that look on her face was like he couldn’t recognize her; that cold, unforgiving gaze caused shudders to rush through his blood.

As he walked through the compound to the way of the dinner hall, he came across the last bastard he’d want to see, Kyren, who was busy talking to his concubine in a wicked manner, his hands wrapped around her ne