Ella's POV
The air trembled with that dreadful promise again. It was no longer whispers or flickers of green flame. It was now weapons clashing, wolves snarling, and the scent of betrayal hanging between us like a blade's edge.
I took my first steps onto the field that morning not as a frightened girl, but as Luna. The war drummed against my heart—a war I had to lead. Remo was by my side, silent and powerful, but it was me who had to face Dean.
Dean—my ex-mate, the man who had nearly eviscerated everything I cherished and been an alley to my untouchable lineage. His father had killed my parents; Dean would break me. Or so he thought. And the witches—their shadows draped across the battlefield, their minor sorcery itching at the edges of sanity—would stand behind him.
It began before d
