Selene

The great hall of Shadowfang was a storm of chaos, the feast shattered by the scout’s warning of Kaelen’s ambush. Tankards clattered to the floor, wolves scrambled for weapons, and the air thickened with the scent of sweat and steel. My heart pounded as I gripped my ceremonial dagger, its silver blade catching the torchlight. Kaelen stood across the hall with his Bloodfang warriors fanned out behind him. The mate bond burned in my chest, his jealousy a living thing, but I locked eyes with him, refusing to flinch. Dorian was out there, and no trap of Kaelen’s would stop me from getting to him.

Draven was at my...