Claire's POV

The corridor leading to the tribunal hall was thick with tension.

Halfway down, my inner wolf suddenly froze. The fresh mark on my neck burned.

Damian.

I felt him before I saw him. His dark aura rolled through the hall like a breaking storm, crushing and absolute. Several nobles stumbled backward. A few guards dropped to their knees before he even turned the blind corner.

Then he appeared.

His gold eyes locked onto me instantly. They swept over my face, my body, my flat stomach, checking if anyone had dared touch his claimed mate.

Only then did his lethal gaze snap to the heavy doors. Pure murder filled...