“You thought you were the hero, Lyra? This was always going to be my victory,” Marcus taunts, his voice dripping with malice.
The words hit like a punch to the gut, and my heart skips a beat. My legs feel like they’re made of stone, and for a moment, I hesitate. The battle rages around me, but all I can hear is Marcus's voice in my head, echoing with doubt.
I can see him standing there—his once-proud Alpha form now twisted with fury and arrogance. His dark eyes lock with mine, filled with the same disdain as that night when he tore my life apart. The pain, the betrayal, it all floods back, threatening to drown me.
I tighten my grip on the sword, the weight of it grounding me, and I force myself to move.
“Not today, Marcus,” I growl through clenched teeth. My wolf is restless, barely co
