The moment she set her eyes on him she knew. There was no doubt about it. No one else could wear power like a cloak better than Alpha Riordan. And as their father, he fitted the role without doubt.
Similar set of jaws. Intelligent yet intense eyes that could both reassure and entrap as desired. Tall and built for strength and swiftness. Though he was certainly middle-aged, he sparked with youth and the thrum of power Audrey had come to attribute with the twins.
His authority filled the room almost to chocking point, sipped through the subtle cracks in the walls and floors, threaded through stone and marble of the castle's halls and chambers, slithered out like vipers into the surrounding mountains and wilderness.
