Chapter 136. Wildfangs Pack

The words “You’re mine” had become something Gavriel said often around Althea. Each time he said it, it stirred something deep inside her—an odd mix of warmth and defiance.

She told herself over and over that it was just his way of control, his way of reminding her that she was his captive. Yet no matter how she tried to reason it out, her heart still fluttered every time those words left his lips.

After a long ride, they finally reached another town. Althea instantly noticed how different the air felt here—less polished than the capital, more raw and grounded. The breeze carried the scent of pine, mixed with smoke from forges and tanneries nearby. Men and women moved busily through the streets, their clothes simple but sturdy, and their eyes sharp and alert.

“This town is under the Wildfang Pack,” Gavriel muttered as they slowed their pace. Ahead lay a wide gate between two hills, guarded by sturdy cement walls lined with spikes.

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