Screams cut through the smoke. The sky blazed red and orange, lit by fire and fury. I sprinted through the battlefield, blades were drawn, my heart thundering louder than the roar of war around me.
Ash rained down like snow. Steel clashed with claws. Magic tore through flesh.
“Fall back! Get behind the ridge!” someone shouted, but their voice was swallowed by an explosion of flame.
I didn’t look back.
Every step I took sank into blood-soaked earth. These were my people once—hunters in silver-lined armor. And now, I cut through them like shadows. Every swing of my blade broke something inside me, but I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop.
Because Ryker was out there.
And so was Axel.
Kael’s warning rang in my ears: “Your mate’s Beta is the one who started this. He wants your throne and yo
