Delilah’s Pov
I didn’t understand any of it.
Everything was happening so fast, like I’d been dropped into the middle of a scene I hadn’t rehearsed for. Wolves, blood, fighting, Reyna suddenly showing up… and now she was standing in front of Malric, challenging him like she had a death wish.
She had no idea who he was.
Reyna didn’t know what Malric could do — what he was. He could kill her with a snap of his fingers, and yet here she stood, chin raised, unafraid.
“You killed most of my men,” Reyna spat, her voice sharp as steel.
Malric’s expression didn’t change. His voice was deep, calm, and cold when he replied, “You invited them here. Onto my land. Without my permission.”
“So, that’s why you slaughtered them?” she fired back. “Because they dared step foot on your precious territo
