"Anaa called you too, huh?" I asked.
"Yeah. Said Atlas needed us," Riley sighed.
"And you agreed?" I raised a brow.
She smirked. "Don't look so surprised, Damien. I could say the same to you."
"I came because I could hear the truth in her voice. And because Atlas is still our brother," I said firmly.
"I came because something inside kept nagging me. Maybe it was Anaa, maybe it was just knowing Atlas needed us," she admitted.
I handed William back. "Well, now that we've said our hellos, let's go see the man himself."
We didn't need directions. Atlas's study was the same one Dad used. His scent filled the halls.
By the time we arrived, his hazel eyes were already on us—he had sensed us coming. His gaze flickered disbelief, joy, and sadness all at once.
Then my eyes locked on her. The woman who called me here.
Atlas's mate. His queen.
Anaa radiated power and dominance. My lycan recognized her strength immediately.
