Liam stood frozen, his face shifting from regret to rage, burning scarlet.
“This is all your fault!” he roared, veins bulging. “Three years ago you said I was dead—said I wasn’t fit to discipline you—”
“Well, I’ll discipline you now!”
He lunged at me; a shadow of his wolf flickered behind him.
He was so fast he blurred. I had no time to retreat before his hand clamped down hard on my shoulder.
Claws tore into flesh—blood welled instantly.
“Ah—!”
The agony ripped a scream from me.
My wrists were bound like iron; I couldn’t move at all.
He was the one who had cursed Mya, yet now he struck me.
Laural dashed forward, her voice trembling but firm.
“Prince Liam! This is the sacred temple—you can’t—let her go!”
“Get out!”
He kicked her viciously.
“Ah!”
She slammed onto the stone fl
