Lena
The mark on my neck still throbbed like a wound, heat pulsing in slow, steady waves that refused to fade. I sat in bed long after Dominic left my room, the shadows in the corners of the ceiling stretching longer, darker. Kael’s words echoed in my head.
Don’t let him chain you.
I hated him for getting under my skin, for planting that seed of doubt. But what I hated more was knowing that, no matter how much I wanted to trust Dominic, there were still things he hadn’t told me. Big things.
The prophecy wasn’t just some romantic curse binding me to two men. It was death.
And death had a way of finding me whether I ran toward it or not.
I stood quietly, slipping on a pair of leggings and a thin tunic. The corridors were silent; most of the pack was asleep. I moved barefoot, my steps l
