“Mate.”

Orion’s voice hit Kael like a blow.

For one second, the entire battlefield disappeared.

The rogues.

The blood.

The shouts.

All Kael saw was the woman standing in front of the wounded.

Elara Voss.

The name from the investigation.

The daughter of the only tw

“He is our mate.”

Astra repeated it.

Elara hated that the words did not change.

The battlefield blurred around her.

Healers moved between the injured. Warriors dragged rogue bodies into rows. Royal Guards restrained the one prisoner they had mana

The prisoner refused to talk for the first hour.

Elara let him.

He sat chained to a chair in one of Crimson Fang’s old holding rooms, one eye swollen, blood dried along his jaw.

Kael stood against the far wall.

Rhys leaned beside the door.

Derek had ins