Sage´s POV
The wind roared between our wings, a storm forged in fury. Below us, the forest burned in light and shadow, the castle rising like a monument of arrogance at the heart of chaos.
And there, in the center of the open field—him.
The Lycan king.
Transformed.
He was a creature pulled from an ancient nightmare. Not a wolf, but a god of war wrapped in flesh and fangs. His height defied the trees. His back, curved with power, vibrated with each breath. But it wasn’t his form that froze my marrow—
It was what he held in his claw.
Selene.
Her body hung from the king’s arm like a trophy.
I saw her chest rise with effort, saw her struggle to breathe. Her hair covered her face, and yet, even from that height, I knew she hadn’t given up.
Not Selene.
Rage tore through me like wildfi
