Chapter 115 Saving

• SAVING
• Alpha Eric froze at the edge of the clearing. For a moment he thought the trees themselves had risen up to form a trick. The moonlight cut through the branches and painted the ground in silver, and there she stood like a shape drawn from shadow. Ava. He had expected hunters, spies, a trap laid by a rival, but not her. Not walking into his court alone as if she belonged there.
• He took a step forward and the snap of a twig under his boot sounded like an alarm. His men shifted behind him, a low murmur moving through them. Eric’s mouth felt dry. He had stalked her across borders, sent scouts to follow whispers, bribed informants for a name and a trace. He had always imagined the moment he would claim what he believed was rightfully his. He had not pictured her coming to him freely. The thought made his pride flare like a wound.