"You thought you could kill me?" His voice slithered through the darkness like a viper. "Pathetic."
I froze, my heart hammering against my ribs. The Beta—Draven’s former second-in-command—stepped forward, his lips curling into a malicious grin. I had watched him fall during the last battle, bleeding out in the dirt. He shouldn’t be alive. And yet, here he was, standing before me like a ghost from a nightmare.
My fingers tightened around the hilt of my dagger. "You're supposed to be dead."
"And you’re supposed to be weak," he shot back, his amber eyes gleaming in the flickering light of the campfire. "But look at you—leading a rescue mission. I must admit, I'm impressed, Luna."
My team tensed around me, their muscles taut with readiness. Dorian, my second-in-command, growled low
