Autumn POV
I hold Maverick's gaze, refusing to back down despite the overwhelming odds. The air crackles with tension as our eyes meet, the intensity of the moment hanging heavy in the air.
"Come and face me, Maverick," I call out, my voice steady and unwavering. "I'm not afraid of you."
Maverick's smirk widens into an evil grin as he steps forward, his dark aura pulsing with power. "You should be, little mate," he taunts, his voice dripping with contempt. "You may have defeated Walter, but you're no match for me. Make this easier on yourself, come home. Take your place as my mate, and we shall rule of the werewolves, together."
"Not f*cking likely. I don't know what kind of delusions you're under, Maverick, but I'll never join you," I retort, my voice filled with defiance. "We were ne
