Alyssa’s POV
The way he says my name.
Everything inside me breaks.
I turn slowly, my heart shuddering so loud I can hear it in my ears. There he is. Zev.
But he’s not my Zev anymore.
He stands there like a stranger—dressed head to toe in Fenrath armor, the black and silver plates gleaming under the torchlight.
A wolf insignia sits proudly across his chest, sharp and cruel, the mark of everything I’ve feared. He looks like one of them—a soldier, a commander, a man who doesn't belong to me.
The air leaves my lungs.
“Shadow,” I whisper, but my wolf is already howling inside me, full of rage and betrayal. Her wrath crawls under my skin like fire. I don’t think—I move.
My fist crashes into his jaw with everything I have. The sound echoes in the cage. He stumbles back, eyes wide, but he
