"Fate doesn't give us what's easy; it hands us what will make us fight, bleed, and grow. The question is, will we be brave enough to claim it?"
Gavriel's POV
There are very few things that strike fear into the heart of a grown warrior like me. Battlefields? Please. Bloodshed? Bring it on. Facing down the Silver Fang Assassins? Child's play. But walking into my father's private study with Rell beside me, both of us were ready to confess that our wolves had claimed a panther mate. Ah, yes, that was terrifying.
The corridors of the Thorne estate seemed longer than usual, echoing with the faint growl of our father's wolf. Elder Silas Thorne was not just our sire; he was a legend. The kind of wolf who could command an army with a glance and yet scold his sons into obedience with a single raised brow.
"Stop dragging your feet," Rell muttered under his breath as we approached the oak door.
