A dance of death. That is what it was. As dark as the night itself. I watched as he slashed, tore, dismembered his own men with unforgiving intent. He was a beast. A terror. A messenger of death. He was death itself, and yet I found him beautiful.
Eyes blazing with golden fury, growls as menacing as a deathly beast, his alpha wolf was a sight to behold. Towering over his enemies effortlessly and picking them off one by one in the most mesmerizing show of power and strength that left I and my wolf swooning. Despite our history, the pain, the betrayal, our hearts still puffed up with pride at the sight of our mate. He was perfect.
It was the mate bond, I knew that, but the way his impossibly thick muscles tensed and relaxed, the glistening of his canines in the darkness, the sound of fle
