She shook her head, eyes wide. “That’s not me.”
Another tremor rolled through the earth, louder this time. The scent of burnt magic hit them both at once, familiar, ancient, wrong.
Zane’s voice dropped. “The sigil.”
Lilith’s breath caught. “I haven’t seen anything like this before.”
“It seems like the Rogue Alpha is revealing itself.”
They turned at the same time, instincts overriding everything else. But the moment was too fragile, too electric, and when their eyes met again, the world seemed to narrow to the two of them.
Riven surged forward, his voice a thunder inside Zane’s head. Touch her.
“Don’t,” Zane ground out, half to himself, half to the wolf.
Lilith saw the flicker of gold in his eyes, the struggle. Her breath hitched. For a second, just one, her resolve faltered. She s
