The battlefield was still. The scent of blood and burned flesh lingered in the cold dawn air. Bodies some of Lucian’s warriors, but mostly rogues were scattered across the snow-covered ground, staining it crimson. Elizabeth stood among them, her golden wolf form still glowing faintly as she surveyed the destruction. Victory had come at a cost.
Lucian shifted back into his human form, his body marred with fresh wounds. He approached her, brushing his fingers along her cheek. “Are you hurt?”
She shook her head. “Not physically.” But her heart ached with the weight of what had just happened. She had fought her sister. She had made the choice to stand against her own blood.
Selene had been dragged back to the dungeons of Shadowfang Fortress, bound with silver chains. Elizabeth could still h
