(Daciana POV)
“Someone wants you blind, Bardolph, and they are using your pride because they know it is easier to wound than your heart.”
A dangerous murmur passed through the pack because nobody spoke to an Alpha that way unless love or death had stolen fear.
Bardolph’s jaw tightened, but his eyes did not leave mine, and the bond between us trembled like a dying flame.
Ashina rose suddenly, swaying as if my words had hurt her wounded body more than the cut on her wrist.
“She is twisting you again, my Alpha,” Ashina cried, and the crowd shifted toward her pain like grass bending toward rain.
I looked at her, and my wolf finally understood something that made the whole room feel colder than winter.
Ashina was not only lying because she wanted Bardolph; she was performing for people w
