Everything was falling apart. My perfectly planned assault had devolved into chaos the moment that little b!?^h started unraveling my controlled wolves. Nearly forty of my fighters had turned against me, and now some new pack had hit us from the south—Victoria's wolves, if I wasn't mistaken. The traitorous b***h, Scar snarled in my head. She was supposed to help us, not turn against us. It doesn't matter, I told him. We just need to get to Megan. Once Morgana completes the corruption ritual, none of these other complications will matter. But even as I thought it, I could feel doubt creeping in. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. The girl was supposed to be weak, untrained, dependent on others for protection. Instead, she was systematically dismantling my army from within while bare

