Drayce’s Pov

The great hall was packed wall to wall with my pack. Hundreds of them. Wolves I fought beside. Wolves I ruled. Wolves who knew better than to cross me. Fires burned high in the pits. Smoke curled up to the rafters. The air was thick with the smell of fur and sweat and anticipation. I stood on the raised dais at the head of the hall. Isolde knelt beside me. Her chain was short today. The silver leash wrapped around my wrist. She wore a thin white gown that clung to her body. Nothing underneath. The collar sat tight on her neck. The bite marks I gave her...