Xerxes’ POV
The sight that greeted us as we burst into the garden clearing hit me like a physical blow to the chest.
Trinity was pinned under a dead rogue; her silver dagger was buried deep in his skull and blood stained her emerald dress. My heart squeezed painfully, and Daemon stirred inside me. Was that her blood, or the rogue’s?
Another massive rogue, about to attack her too.
I felt the same crushing sense of loss like the one I felt when we got to the graveyard, the same desperate panic that we were too late, that our failures had cost us the one person who mattered most.
My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might burst. I can't lose her. I won't lose her. Not like this.
My wolf erupted to the surface with a violence I'd never experienced before, taking contro
