“Hold the line!” I roared, my voice barely carrying over the chaos.
Blood stained the dirt beneath my feet. The clash of metal and snarling wolves echoed through the fortress as the battle raged on. Draven was still bound, weakened but thrashing against his chains, his golden eyes burning with fury. I had to hold my ground—for him, for the pack, for myself.
A searing pain suddenly ripped through my side.
I gasped, stumbling backward as warm blood soaked my tunic. My hand flew to the wound, and my vision blurred. Turning, I saw Kael’s Beta standing a few feet away, his claws gleaming with fresh blood. His lips curled into a sneer.
“You never should have trusted us,” he said, his voice dripping with malice.
Rage ignited in my chest, pushing past the pain. I gritted my teeth. “Traitor,”
