Zeraphine’s POV
I couldn't believe it.
There he was—Varin—his hand inches from the Lunar Shard. My heart pounded in my chest, anger surging through me like fire.
“Don’t you dare,” I said, my voice firm.
Varin froze, his hand hesitating. The moonlight caught his sharp features, making him look more wolf than man.
Draven stood a few steps ahead of me, his body tense like he was ready to fight. “Varin,” he said coldly, his voice low, “step back.”
Varin straightened, his lips curling into a smirk. “Step back? Why should I? You don’t deserve this shard.”
I tightened my grip on the branch in my hand—a poor weapon, but all I had. My eyes darted to Rivara, who stood opposite us, her dagger glinting in the firelight.
“You sabotaged the hunt,” Draven accused. “The maze, the shifting paths—th
