Hal had been hearing that name for years. She was a legend on both sides of the border, known as a fierce and savvy fighter. The Gray Wolf was Captain Gray. Of course she was. Also Alyssa ana’Raisa, the heir to the Gray Wolf throne. Also Lyss. As he thought on it, as fragments of conversation came back to him, his mortification grew. Hal blithely assuring her that, as soldiers, their lives wouldn’t change much, no matter who sat on the throne. Hal suggesting that a royal marriage might put a big fat bow on the peace accord. How could he ever look her in the eye again?
