Alpha Teres grabbed handfuls of his unruly curly mane and bunched it into a bun at the back of his head, fastening it together with a leather binding as if readying himself for a scuffle. Perhaps that helped him focus; it meant he was getting down to business. And clearly, there was business to be done. The Kiviä stone they needed was with the alphas’ daughter Casira, and she was missing.
His growl was low, dangerous, and reminded Rían of his father’s warning rumbles just short of losing his shít. “We searched the entire city of Tereswin and could not find her. We only assume she’s in the palace because it’s one place we cannot go. That bastard king has her. I’m positive!”
“And the Queen,” for the first time, Alpha Wynn’s expression actually soured.
“Wouldn’t he just turn her in?” Rían
