Christian’s POV
My instincts flared to life, banishing any remaining drowsiness. I opened my eyes just in time to see Fenris, one of the most formidable warriors of the Snow Wolf pack, looming over me with a sword aimed for my head.
“For Aria!” He growled.
In a split second, I moved, adrenaline surging through my veins.
The sword slashed through the air where my head had been, cutting through empty space as I rolled out of the way. My mind raced, processing the betrayal. Fenris had always been a loyal warrior—or so I thought.
Our eyes met, and I saw no hesitation in his. He was here to kill me.
“What are you doing boy?” I asked in anger.
“You killed our rightful leader, I will kill you for her.”
With a swift motion, I grabbed my own sword, meeting his attack head-on. The clash of
