A Game of Lies

Chapter Fourteen: A Game of Lies

Dorian's POV

I stepped out of the packhouse, inhaling the crisp night air.

For a second a smile placed on my lip as for a moment I knew this was going to be fun.

They were here.

I had expected them.

Keal and Killian.

The bond they shared with Nora had no doubt told them she was still alive. They could probably feel her pain, her fear—her desperation.

Good.

I wanted them desperate.

I wanted them to break.

Silverclaw warriors were already stationed at the gates, weapons ready, watching as the twin Alphas approached.

Then I saw them.

They stalked forward like a storm rolling in, their eyes cold, their movements deadly.

Killian's silver gaze burned with barely restrained fury. His wolf paced beneath his skin, eager for blood.

Keal was calmer, controlled—but I wasn't fooled. His fingers twitched at his sides, his shoulders tense. He was just as close to snapping.