The world around me stopped.
Everything narrowed rapidly to the items in Paige’s hands.
“These are personal keepsakes,” I told her, willing myself to sound stern even as the ground felt as if it were swaying underneath me. “And you have rummaged through my belongings–”
“You should have hid them better. That you didn’t was a choice.”
A smirk played on Paige’s lips as her eyes skimmed the note again, savoring the new power she held in her hands.
My heart tightened with a fresh wave of dread.
I knew the savage nature of these bloodthirsty Lycans all too well. If word got out that Cyrus was still alive, my brother—who I saw as miraculously spared—would instantly become a target for any Lycan eager to hunt. As a wanted fugitive, they could kill him on sight without any repercussions; the
