C38 Ashes of fear

Lucas walked the halls of the packhouse with Zoe’s small hand warm in his, but the words from the council chamber echoed louder than her soft footsteps.

He is no warrior. He is no alpha. He is nothing.

He forced a smile when Zoe looked up at him, her eyes trusting, innocent. She deserved better than this—better than him. He swallowed the ache in his throat