“We’re running out of time!” Ash hissed, his voice barely above a whisper. His dark eyes flickered with urgency as we crouched behind the thick line of trees just outside the Bloodmoon Fortress.
“We don’t have a choice,” I said, keeping my voice calm though my heart raced. “If we wait any longer, Draven's as good as dead.”
Beside me, Fiona tightened her grip on the hilt of her blade, her knuckles white. “We’ll get him back. You lead, Liana. We’ll follow you to hell if we have to.”
I nodded my chest swelling with gratitude. These were warriors willing to lay their lives down for their Alpha—and now, for me.
The fortress loomed ahead, dark and menacing against the starlit sky. Thick stone walls rose like a jagged wound in the landscape, and the iron gates stood sealed, guarded by
