Chapter 9

Dante walked at the front, coat open, gun in his hand.

He took one look at the veil, the soup, Kael on one knee, and snorted.

“This bonding?” he said. “Denied.”

Darkmoon wolves fanned out, guns trained on stunned Silvermoon guards.

Kael whirled, fangs out, eyes blood‑red. “You broke onto my ...