a P

d-link. "I'll meet you at the Elders' Council, my little wolf. I'

nd felt something foreign

estate," I told Sien

r, a ghost of memory surfaced: our Recognition Ritual. The pulse in my wrists. The fever in my ve

e. On the polished console table, a single s

everything in the master bedroom that carries

e eyes, but they hurried u

thes when the bedroo

ap of red, his pupils narrowing to furious slits. He

red. "Did you put Wolfs

I carry the White Wolf bloodline. I don't stoop to t

ressive instinct devouring all logic. "Faye said you looked a

er bed warm," I said coldly. I picke

stepped into the do

" I co

at Jaxon,

t heaved. "You'll apologize to Faye and

g, and I will never apo

g against my skin like a physical weight. The crystal bottles on the v

the Alpha's Command-

a, I couldn't disobey that vo

paralysis. The Command could cage my body. I

oor. "Go to my study. Bring me the vial

ly she could barely hold the dark bottle and glass of water. Jaxon sna

ease-" the

ink until sh

lips and tilted. The bitter, bu

a graceful fall, but a buckling, my knees striking the hardwood with a dull crack that echoed throu

d over me, voice cold as ice. "Ad

My lungs screamed. But I clamped my mouth sh

mask slip-just for a second. Realization hit him. I w

eming to lose their strength, and slid down the bedpost to t

te. The darkness

the depths of my soul: The next time I op