Chapter 28

• Magnus’s POV
• I stared at her, amber eyes catching the morning sun through the half-closed blinds, letting the wolf beneath my skin shift, claws flexing against the restraint of civility. “I do not agree,” I said flatly, no room for debate.
• Aysel—Aysel Vale, of the Moonvale Pack, sharp as a frostbite night—was speechless at my unilateral declaration. Her lips parted, blinked once, then settled into that stubborn line she always wore when she was trying to measure me.