Chapter 36
"A wounded wolf retreats… but a mad one comes back with an army." Valen did not stop running until the silver towers of Silvermoon disappeared behind the dark forest. Branches tore at his clothes, claws dug into the dirt as he shifted back and forth between wolf and man in bursts of uncontrollable rage. His chest burned, his muscles screamed, but the pain barely registered. All he could see was her. Isolde. Standing beside Ariel. Protected. Cherished. Powerful. Loved. A feral scream ripped from his throat and echoed through the night. “She should be mine!” he roared, slamming his fist into a tree trunk hard enough to crack the bark. “She was always supposed to be mine!” His wolf howled inside him, equally unhinged. Not mate. Not prince's. Mine. Behind him, Cassiana stepped ou
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