I swallowed hard, my mind spinning with everything Elara had revealed. The weight of her words pressed down on my chest, making it difficult to breathe. The last of the Slythe. A balance to the Alpha werewolf. A target for war.
I lifted my gaze to Elara, something nagging at the back of my mind. "The Seer... she never said anything about this. Why?"
The moment the words left my mouth, I felt Tristan stiffen beside me. His entire body went rigid, golden eyes widening with sudden realization. Then, under his breath, he muttered a single, sharp curse. "Fuck."
Without another word, he spun on his heel and bolted from the room.
My heart leaped into my throat. "Tristan!" I called after him, but he was already gone. Panic surged through me, and without thinking, I ran after him.
I chased him
