The scream tore through the night like breaking glass.
Lyra Shadowmere stood over Kieran's frozen corpse, her carefully maintained composure shattered. The wolves who'd carried the body back from the battlefield stood at a respectful distance, none willing to get close to a she-wolf whose grief had turned to something far more dangerous.
"She took him from me," Lyra said. Her voice was quiet now, which somehow made it worse than the screaming. "Everything I worked for. Everything I built."
She'd framed Reign for disloyalty. Whispered poison in Kieran's ear until he saw betrayal in every action. Orchestrated the exile that should have ended with the omega dying quietly in the frozen waste.
Instead, Reign had survived. Grown stronger. Come back and killed the Alpha who'd cast her out.
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