A Dawn with the Wolf Knight (Married to Magic, #5)

by Elise Kova

“We leave these lands where power is earned with death.” “But you are their king.” “Faelyn, that is not the title that is important to me.” His thumb brushes over mine as our fingers intertwine. “The title that I wish to honor and uphold is that of your mate. I would give up a thousand thrones for you.” “I couldn’t ask you to.” “Good thing you’re not asking and I am offering.” He smiles slightly. The sun seems to shine brighter on his face than it has in weeks. The shadows under his eyes lift some, as if this realization is somehow easing the burden on him also. “But these are your people.” Evander slows to a stop. He looks back in the direction of Den. No, past it. If his gaze were to take wing and fly straight, it would soar over the misty plains of the lykin, across a narrow sea, through a dark Fade, and straight to a home that is no longer there for either of us. “No,” he says softly, the wind tangling with his hair. “I thought the humans were my people, and spent my childhood among them. But I never really belonged. Never fit right.” I know that feeling all too well. “My blood comes from these lands, but my true kin are long dead. The lykin that roam these plains are the ones who helped kill them. I can howl their hymns, but they are not my people, either.” He turns back to me and the world narrows with his attention. The trees blur as my focus rests solely on him. The wind pauses, as if even it is holding its breath for his next words. “You are the only one I have ev...