Shyla’s P.O.V.
“Maddox?
No!
It can’t be true!”
I refused to trust my human-like eyesight and used my hand as a shade to protect my eyes, making maximum efforts to look at the Castle. The combination of rain and tears had clouded my vision, I must have mistaken Maddox for some other lycan.
As they were all tall and strong, it was quite possible that my eyes had fooled me. Another flash of lightning lit the surroundings, the face of the person standing on the window was illuminated for me to recognize.
Even from afar, I could see two pools of burning fury glaring at me. My heart forgot to beat for a moment, a palpable pause that reverberated through my aching chest. The cold, the guards covering Lady Amara with an umbrella, and her shrill curses, everything faded into the backgro
