Late at night, the young master discovers a trapped black wolf in the rose garden.
He bandages the beast’s wounds, only to be marked by it.
At a banquet several days later, the rumored heartless prince grips his chin. “Your sister’s engagement requires your more obedient blessing.”
But when the other man’s glove brushes the back of his neck, the mark begins to burn.
The prince chuckles. “My scent is in your blood.”
