Darius POV
The drive back to the mansion was a blur, the night’s shadows swallowing the road as my thoughts churned, a storm of rage and betrayal. Fiona’s words echoed in my skull, each one a hammer striking the foundation of my life: Lyra, my true mate, was with Jaxon, stolen from me, while the woman I’d called Lyra—Calista, the impostor—slept in my bed, wore my ring, and played the role of my Luna.
My wolf howled, a primal fury that demanded blood, but I forced it down, my hands gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles whitened. I couldn’t confront Calista, not yet, not without Lyra by my side to expose the lie, to tear down the deception that had blinded me. Jaxon’s email, Fiona’s revelation—they were truths I couldn’t ignore, and I’d reclaim what was mine, no matter the cost.
