Chapter 21: What Blood Binds
Every wolf dropped to their knees. Throats bared. Heads bowed. Submission etched into every trembling line.
Seraphina remained standing, barely. Face bone-white.
Isolade stood frozen, watching Kael's wolf. and the body of the elder.
Marius's staff slipped to the stone.
Kael—wolf, Alpha, predator—stood over the elder's body, claws dripping blood, muscles coiled, dominance carved into every line of his form.
The bond pulsed again. Mine. Not negotiable. Not questioned.
I trembled. Human. Small. Utterly claimed.
I wasn't his partner.
I was his possession.
And there was no escape.
No one moved.
Not the elders. Not the lords. Not the hundreds of wolves kneeling in submission.
No one dared.
Kael's wolf stood over the elder's body, chest rising and falling in slow, controlled breaths.
