“They were waiting for us.”
Kara’s voice was strained as she stepped back, her eyes flicking toward the door where Elijah’s loyalists were flooding in. I could feel the surge of panic among the wolves at my side, but I didn’t let myself waver. Elijah had anticipated this move, and now we were trapped.
“Elijah planned this,” I muttered, more to myself than to Kara.
From across the room, Elijah’s smile widened. His eyes gleamed with a dark satisfaction as his wolves surrounded us, cutting off any escape. I could see it in his posture—the way he held himself, the smug look in his eyes. He thought he’d already won.
But this wasn’t over. Not yet.
“We can still fight,” Kara whispered, her hand on the hilt of her blade, ready to spring into action. “We have the advantage in numbers.”
“No,”
