He sat up straight, the wear and tear of countless rituals evident on his aged features. Unlike Devon, who remained youthful and powerful, Daniel’s body bore the marks of his sinful rituals. Yet, despite everything, the bond between us still tugged at my heart. Thankfully, the enchanted necklace I wore sealed that bond tightly.
“And what is it?”
I moved closer, sitting beside him. My hand brushed over his shoulder, and I saw the flicker of recognition in his eyes. He froze, as though trying to place the familiarity of my touch.
“The hunters’ headquarters and… a certain lycan who left your pack years ago,” I murmured. “Someone who resembles you. Perhaps… your brother? Or your son?”
His golden eyes flared with rage, his chest heaving with anger.
“Where?!” he demanded.
“Will you help me survive in your city if I tell you?”
I needed to stay close to him. Only then could I execute my plan.
“Will you… make me yours, my alpha?”
“A rogue like you dares to negotiate with me?”
I feigned innocence.
“But you’ll gain so much more from me,” I whispered.
“Then speak!”
I pulled a photograph from my pocket and placed it before him, covering half of it with my hand.