For Devon, there was no risk. The danger lay solely with me.
"My son will start his training tomorrow," Devon informed me as I prepared the tools for mating.
I nodded quietly, keeping my focus on my task.
"My daughters are learning everything they need to know," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I knew I was leading them into a grim life of vengeance, but peace had long been a distant dream for us. Retribution remained the only path.
"How was your visit to them?" I asked, wiping sweat from my brow as he adjusted his sleeves.
“They’re preparing to appoint someone as alpha. They’ve made it seem as if their adopted son is their biological heir.”
I smirked. “The rogue boy? A full-blood alpha? That’s laughable.”
I stood and faced him, meeting the eyes of the man who had been my companion in suffering for years. We had grown accustomed to each other’s presence—partners in crime and sin, not love. What connected us was rage and a hunger for revenge, a bond of ruin that left no space for tenderness.
Still, it wasn’t hard to see why humans whispered behind our backs, calling us sorcerers who never aged.