Reina’s POV
The weight of the stranger’s words lingers long after he vanishes into the shadows.
"To save the werewolves… or to destroy them."
A chill runs down my spine. My body is still thrumming with the raw energy from Kyle’s mark, but now, an uneasy feeling coils deep within me.
Kyle’s grip tightens around my waist, his warmth grounding me. His jaw is clenched, his golden eyes narrowed at the spot where the man disappeared.
“That wasn’t just anyone,” he mutters, his voice low and dangerous. “His power… it was ancient. Corrupted.”
I swallow hard, nodding. “Dark blood magic,” I whisper. “Luke must be working with them.”
Kyle lets out a slow, controlled breath, though I can sense the storm brewing beneath his calm exterior. “We need to prepare. Now.”
I glance up at him. The urgenc
