Maximus's POV
My heart slammed so violently against my ribs I thought it would tear straight out of my chest.
Raina.
It was Raina standing there—leaning casually against a tree like she was greeting an old friend instead of pointing a gun at my skull. Her hair was wild, tangled from running through the forest, and her green eyes gleamed with something unhinged. Madness. Rage. Pain sharpened into something lethal.
So I hadn’t been wrong.
Those green eyes I saw the day Damien was shot.
It was her.
My own breath froze in my chest. I didn’t know if it was shock or fury, but it rooted me in place for a single impossible heartbeat.
“Raina…” the word scraped through my mind as a growl rumbling from deep inside my wolf. Why?
She smirked like she could hear every question clawing through
