The white sacrificial robes felt like a lie against my skin.
They flowed around me like moonlight, pure and innocent, but underneath, shadows clung to my body like a second layer—Kael’s mark, invisible to everyone else but humming with dark promise.
I stood at the entrance of the Alpha estate as the procession prepared, the air thick with the scent of winter roses and fear.
Eight days.
That was all that separated me from the cliff. From him.
You look like a queen dressed as a martyr, Kael murmured, his voice a velvet caress that sent heat racing down my spine. Let them worship what they’re about to lose.
The pack had gathered in massive numbers. Banners of silver and crimson fluttered in the wind. Torches lit the main avenue leading toward the Northern Cliff. They had turned my deat
