Maxwell's POV
“This is just the beginning of our attack on your pack, King Maxwell. Release her, and peace will return to your kingdom.”
His voice rang like a warning bell, echoing in the silence of the basement. My sister’s words flooded back to me…her warnings, her prophecy. Protect your mate, Maxwell. Challenges will come, but you must remain steadfast.
Is this it? The moment she foresaw?
I clenched my fists, my wolf, Zion, clawing at my control. The man before me dared to call my mate theirs. The sheer audacity made my blood boil. My vision tinged red, and I could almost feel my hands wrapping around his throat, snapping his neck. But I held back. Not yet. Not here.
Without a word, I turned on my heel and left the basement, my steps eerily quiet despite the storm raging inside me
