(Reina’s POV)
The air was thick with dark magic, so heavy it pressed against my skin like a suffocating weight. The army of Forsaken wolves stood before us, their glowing red eyes burning with an unnatural fire. These werewolves had been twisted by dark blood magic wolves who should have been dead but had been forced back to life, their souls corrupted.
Beside me, Kyle was a storm of power. His golden aura flickered like flames, his Alpha presence crushing. But even with his overwhelming strength, I could feel the unease in his stance.
We had fought battles before.
We had stood against enemies stronger than us.
But this… this was something entirely different.
Luke Wolfhart stood at the front of his army, his face twisted into an expression of sick satisfaction. He was supposed to be
