My heart raced as I stood with Bustan, Nate had broken through the palace defenses. Bustan hurried to were his army was, instructing them.
I scanned the horizon, and soon enough, I saw them. A mass of shadows moving swiftly toward the palace—Nate’s wolves, flanked by the hunters. Panic surged through the guards, the air filled with alarmed shouts and the clanging of weapons as everyone prepared for battle.
As the first wave of attackers approached, I saw him—Nate, standing tall and proud at the forefront, a smug grin spread across his face. His eyes found mine, and even from a distance, I could feel his desire—no, his need to possess me. A part of me recoiled at the sight of him, remembering all the pain and rejection he’d caused. But another part of me felt an overwhelming urge to face
