ILYANA’S POV.
Thunder cracked like the sky was splitting open.
The room trembled again, the walls shaking as if something massive was moving just beyond them. My breath came sharp as I woke, disoriented, my body jerking upright.
I was on a high throne.
Below me, wolves surrounded the base, snarling, clawing upward, their growls and roars filling the space like a storm that wouldn’t end. Their eyes were locked on me. Hungry. Furious. Waiting.
Fear gripped me instantly.
What was I doing here? How did I get here?
My fingers tightened around the arms of the throne as another roar tore through the air and the shaking grew worse, violent now, like the whole place was about to collapse.
“Stop! Stop please!” I yelled out.
“Stop! Stop clawing! Stop!”
But none of my pleas were heard. The m
