BLADES & BLOOD OATHS
Rylan's POV
A blade was against my throat. Cold metal. Sharp enough that it can cut through skin with barely any pressure. Marcus held it steady. His hand didn't shake. He'd done this before.
I couldn't move. The chains held me too tight. My wolf was almost gone now. If that much Ever such a ghost of strength. The poison had taken too much. The extractions had too much. I was dying. The only remaining question was whether Marcus would accelerate that.
Kiera stood fifty feet away. The crown glowed on her head. Her eyes burned gold and silver. She was a wave of power. She resembled something out of legends. Beautiful. Terrifying. Mine.
Pride filled my chest. She survived. She grew strong. She turned out to be all I knew she could be.
But fear came right behind. Bec
