The battlefield was chaos. Blood soaked the earth, bodies clashed under the moon’s eerie glow, and the air was thick with the scent of war.
Aria barely had time to process what had just happened—Ethan, her mate, had collapsed, the traitor’s dagger pulsing with dark magic as it withdrew from his skin. Her heart screamed in horror, but her body reacted first, launching forward to catch him before he hit the ground.
“No, no, no,” she gasped, cradling him against her. His breathing was shallow, his skin chilling far too quickly.
“You should have chosen wisely, Aria,” the Dark Alpha’s voice coiled through the chaos, venomous and victorious.
Aria snapped her head up, fury raging through her veins. But before she could even form a response, a deafening snarl tore through the battlefield. It w
