Ryker's gaze shone with fierce pride and masculine approval at her words. With a curt nod to the still-hovering messenger, he dismissed the man.

"Send word to Tristan and Alec," he commanded. "I want every able warrior assembled at once. We go to prepare our strategy."

The man snapped off a sharp bow before retreating hastily. Ava immediately tugged on her father's sleeve, eyes wide with innocent trepidation.

"What's wrong, Father? Who is this bad man threatening us?"

Ryker crouched before her, cupping her small face in his calloused palms. "Do not fear. Your mother and I will never let any harm befall you or your brother." His solemn vow...