Raven's POV

I wasn’t going to sit in that pack house and let Ramsey play at being king while my husband rotted somewhere.

So I stomped right out into the yard where the warriors were drilling, the sun in my face and my temper boiling so hot I could feel it in my teeth.

Some of them used to train under me. I remembered standing behind them, pushing their stances lower, forcing their arms higher until they could hold a sword without shaking. Now, they saw me coming and suddenly found the sky, the dirt and their shoelaces very interesting.

“Where is Liam?” I called to the nearest one, a...