The intense, rhythmic pounding was pushing Lexianna to the absolute brink of oblivion when a deafening, concussive boom ripped through the night air, so loud it rattled the room.
Arkin froze.
He was buried deep inside her, his broad chest heaving, his muscles pulled taut with the sheer, animalistic exertion of their mating. But the feral haze of lust in his dying-star eyes evaporated in a fraction of a second, instantly replaced by the cold, calculated killing intent of the apex predator.
Another explosion rocked the foundation. This one was closer. The vibration hummed through the mattress, setting the heavy silk canopy above them swaying.
Arkin ripped his gaze from Lexianna and looked toward the balcony. The distant, sprawling horizon of the Wolf Territory, usually cloaked in peaceful, violet shadows, was currently lit up with violent flashes of acidic green and jagged yellow magic. The distinct, booming sound of war drums echoed across the valley.
