It had been an eternity since Thorin last set foot here. Back then, this castle had seemed massive—of course, he'd been a pup, and everything looks big when you're tiny and clueless.
Now as a full-grown Alpha leading his own pack, the place barely registered as impressive—ordinary, even. Honestly, it felt like a dollhouse compared to the royal palace of Eira.
Speaking of Eira, thinking about it inevitably led to thoughts of her. Riona. The true heir of that kingdom. The Blood Moon child. His… lover.
Thorin cringed at the word even as he grinned like an idiot. Lover. Ugh, could it sound any cheesier? If his past self could hear him now, he'd be gagging. But whatever—it was the truth, and somehow, that one word made him feel like he could punch a mountain.
He couldn't stop himself. He was practically vibrating with excitement, and let's be real: the real reason he was here, dealing with his troublesome aunt, was Riona.
