Kael´s POV
The wind sliced against my skin like a sharp blade. It howled through the bare trees, kicking up dust and dry leaves, whistling like an omen of death. But I barely felt it. The cold couldn’t reach me. Not when the rage burned in my chest like a live ember, threatening to consume everything.
I clenched my fists. The image of Elise was still carved into my mind. Elise, turning the key in the lock. Elise, setting him free. Elise, choosing him.
Lucian.
A low growl rumbled in my throat. My wolf writhed inside me, demanding blood.
“We can’t do this.”
Dorian’s voice cut through the silence. My second-in-command stood beside me, arms crossed over his chest, his face severe under the moonlight. I looked past him at the men behind him—a group of shadows among the trees, warriors wit
