Dawn found me walking among the wet stones, dried blood clinging to my fur and my throat raw.
I hadn’t slept. I couldn’t.
Rage was the poison keeping me upright—a liquid fire burning under my skin, stronger than exhaustion, more painful than the wounds themselves.
Behind me lay the cavern.
The grave.
Serena.
I didn’t dare look back.
Every step away from her was a betrayal—and yet staying would’ve meant nothing. The only thing left to do now was to find Mara.
That witch.
That manipulator who promised to return my mate and gave me a desecrated corpse instead.
I had followed her voice like a blind man follows the sound of water, and it led me straight to hell.
She had played with my hope, my pain, my love.
And when it all collapsed, she fled like a satisfied shadow, leaving behind
