Mason's POV
I faced Miso, my body tense, every muscle coiled and ready to spring. The years between us seemed to evaporate, leaving only the raw, bitter history we shared. I could feel my wolf stirring beneath my skin, eager for release.
"How?" I growled, struggling to keep my voice steady. "I saw you fall. I saw the flames consume everything."
Miso's laugh cut through me like a knife, bitter and cold. "You saw what I wanted you to see, princeling. Did you really think you could get rid of me that easily?"
I clenched my fists, feeling my nails dig into my palms. The pain helped me focus, kept the wolf at bay. For now. "What do you want, Miso? Why now?"
"Justice," she spat, her smile twisting into something ugly and familiar. "For everything you and your family have done. For the lies,
