The ballroom plunged into a silence so absolute it felt like a physical weight pressing against the chest of every wolf in the room. Three hundred members of the Obsidian Ridge Pack stared at the dais, their champagne flutes frozen in mid-air, their breaths held hostage by the sheer, unadulterated b

Darius stared at the obsidian seal resting in Gideon’s outstretched hand, his chest rising and falling in ragged, panicked heaves. The color had drained completely from his face, leaving a sickly, pale sheen beneath his crimson eyes.

Nora reached out and took the heavy stone. The moment her fingers

The silence in the grand ballroom was absolute, broken only by the pathetic, ragged gasps of the man kneeling on the marble floor.

Darius Vance, the great and terrible Alpha of the Obsidian Ridge Pack, remained pressed to the ground by the sheer, undeniable weight of my bloodline command. The red