Alpha Cain stood with an effortless raw intensity that forced Theo to step back. He was exactly as she remembered - young-looking, dominant, unparalleled strength carved into his nature.
Cain wore a robe. A ceremonial robe that dragged behind him, the skin of a tiger wrapped around his arms and legs, and the fur draping his shoulders and waist.
He was between lean and large muscle, and stared at them like he could see everything far and beyond. Like everything had been decided already.
His gaze slid to her, and every nerve in her body screamed at her to run, "My runaway," He said softly, like a person spotting his lover from across the room.
Zeke stiffened violently, and Cain's gaze moved over to him, "Always ready to throw a punch. Gravemont didn't change you one bit, son," His eyes hovered over Zeke's bloody form, and how he was barely holding himself upright, "And since you're still alive, I'm guessing jarred didn't do his job properly,"
