The clearing was silent except for the sound of snow falling and wolves breathing. Every pack member knelt. Submitted. Unable to resist the three-month-old child radiating power that made ancient instincts scream Alpha. Supreme. Obey.
Lucian stood between the two men who'd been ready to kill each other over me. Small body. Massive presence. Eyes blazing with silver-gold light that seemed to see through flesh to soul.
"Alpha man," he said, looking at Jasper's scarred wolf form still pressed to the ground. "You hurt Mama. Made Mama cry. Made Mama alone when baby growing." His small face was fierce. "That bad. Very bad."
Jasper whined. Trying to speak. To explain. To—
