Chapter 7. His Devotion

My Wolf teetered on the brink of madness, driven wild by the scent that assaulted him. Every breath he drew was agony, the pheromonal perfume of another female threatening to shatter his sanity. My own body trembled violently as he surged forward within me, the boundaries between my flesh and his thick pelt dissolving in the frenzy. He let out a desperate, anguished howl, straining against the invisible chains that held him back, aching to reach his mate and end whatever threat stood in her way.

I poured every ounce of my willpower into restraining him, locking my mind around his rage like an iron cage. I knew without question that if he broke free, he could annihilate our opponent in seconds—inflicting the punishment he believed was rightfully due. But that course of action would spark a war we could never hope to win—a war that would leave Elizabeth dead. A shudder of dread travelled from the base of my spine to the tips of my fingers, forcing my muscles to tremble under th