POV: DRACO
I can still feel the boundary marker's magic fading behind us as we make camp in unclaimed territory. The sensation is strange. Like cutting off a limb you didn't realize was there until it was gone.
Every Alpha lesson I was ever taught screams that what I just did was wrong. Suicidal. Traitorous.
Walking away from pack lands. From hierarchy. From the future I was bred and trained for since birth.
My father would call this weakness. Would say I let a female turn me soft. Would disown me for choosing love over legacy.
The thought should terrify me. Instead, watching Aphrodite move around our small camp, directing where supplies should go without ever actually commanding anyone, I feel something I wasn't taught to recognize.
Relief.
I'm setting up the perimeter when Lucen appears beside me, his movements tense and agitated.
