KARL’S POV

The corridor still smells like magic. Not pack magic. Not a wolf.

Her magic.

I’ve fought rogues, rival Alphas, and hunters. I’ve torn throats and burned villages when necessary. I’ve never felt powerless in my own domain. Until today.

Rey stands before me, chest rising too fast, eyes glowing faintly with residual power. The guards are frozen, unsure whether to kneel or attack. Maren is pale, shaking, clearly terrified, but loyal enough to remain standing beside Rey.

And I… I don’t know whether to demand answers or pull Rey into my arms and swear the entire world to her protection.

“What,” I say slowly, forcing command into my...