Sebastian’s POV
I stood on the balcony of my high tower, watching the last light of dusk fade over the shadowed treetops. Below me, the courtyards of my stronghold lay quiet, save for the occasional flicker of torchlight as my minions went about their nightly duties. A thin smile curved my lips. At this moment, everything was as it should be, Leila was mine, the bond with her matched only by the power thrumming through my veins, and soon the entire Crimson Moon pack would bow or break before me.
I drew a long breath of the cool evening air, tasting the promise of victory. In my hands, I held a folded piece of parchment: the final plan for the attack. I let it rest on the stone balustrade and closed my eyes, recalling the night I first performed the binding ritual. The runes had flared gr
