Chapter 63: Fractured Loyalties
Killian’s POV
Blood and despair filled the battlefield. As rogues flooded in from all sides, the commotion was illuminated by the moonlight spilling over the clearing. My wolves battled bravely, their cries piercing the clamor of snarls and crashing metal. However, the sheer magnitude of our adversaries threatened to overpower us in spite of their might.
And there he was—Darius—in the middle of the mayhem.
His presence irritated me like salt on a wound, yet his wolves battled with mine. His authority over his soldiers was as keen as the sword in his hand, and he moved with ferocity and accuracy. I detested him because he fought like a guy who had something to prove.
"Killian!" Through the confusion, Aria's voice came to me like a lighthouse in a storm.
