"You talk entirely too much, Thorne," Silas said, stepping out into the center of the dusty expanse between the two forces.

Kaelen drew his blade, a massive silver-forged broadsword, and stepped forward to meet him. "It’s not talk, demon. It’s a promise. You think because your little mate learned

Silas’s chest heaved, the violent, feral energy of the Demon Alpha warring with the grounding presence of his mate. He looked at Seraphina, the ethereal golden light still radiating from her skin, and the bloodlust in his crimson eyes slowly began to recede. The lethal claws hovering just an inch fr