The guards shifted into their wolves, claws scraping against the ground as they rushed toward the chaos.
Lyssara ducked behind one of the tall lantern stands, heart pounding as she watched the scene unfold.
Serena pushed through the startled crowd, her breath catching when she saw Naya standing there with a bloodied knife in hand.
Lorien’s mate let out a sharp cry, falling beside her bleeding Alpha.
“You… Naya,” she whispered, tears spilling down her cheeks.
Naya’s hands trembled, anger twisting across her face. Before anyone could react, she lunged forward to strike his mate, but Thayne caught her wrists mid-air, holding her back with both hands.
Gasps rippled through the onlookers as whispers turned to shouts.
“That’s Naya! The harlot!” someone yelled.
“She tried to kill the Alph
