Rayna’s POV
Maric buckled under me, his claws raking weakly against my arms, his blood steaming as silver fire burned through the wound in his chest. His pale eyes, so cold and cruel, were wide with something I never thought I’d see in him.
Fear.
“You’re finished,” I whispered, my voice half-wolf, half-woman, thick with the power flooding through me. My claws pressed deeper, and he howled, his body arching under the weight of my dominance. Around us, wolves bowed - their ears flat, their throats bared - not just rogues, not just Moonclaw, but outsiders too.
They were mine.
The fire inside me flared higher, silver light spilling from my skin, pushing down over the battlefield. I felt their hearts beat with mine, their wolves answering my call before I’d even given it. They bent beca
