Chrystal paused in her thoughts. She had embraced Darius, too. As he was. Pride and all. She had loved him. But now, her heart, her mind, were confused. Someone had been lying to her. Someone was lying.
Castian, or her father.
If it was the former, then someone was lying or had lied to him, too. If it were the latter, then her life was a lie. Her entire life.
And if her life was a lie, what was Darius? What was she?
Her mind raced as she stared at the battle before her, while the one within threatened to tear her apart.
Without warning, a piercing whistle resounded in the open clearing.
As if by magic, the dark shape of rogue wolves, in full shift, burst out of the trees.
“You forget, Noble Alpha,” Castian remarked snidely, as he paused in the tangle he and the pack wolf had become,
