HARDIN
Aaron and I had always chased different things. At least I had.
Since we turned eighteen, we barely shared the same dreams, let alone ambitions. Especially not the kind of life I wanted. The one built on strength, not handed down like some fragile crown.
Aaron never hungered for real power. But he was still my brother.
And right now, the only thing we both craved was the same. Our mate.
Lyon had been pacing under my skin all night, restless and snarling whenever Elara's face crossed my mind. The pull was undeniable. Her scent alone made my wolf surge forward, demanding I get closer to her. That's why I'd done something this reckless. Something the old me would've scoffed at, even if the Moon Goddess had begged.
A knock sounded once on my door before it opened. James, my assistant, stepped inside.
"I have updates, boss."
