POV: Lyra

Kael stood across from me in the center of the battlefield.

His sword was drawn. His eyes were cold. His warriors formed a circle around us.

The fighting had stopped.

The Bloodmoon pack had retreated to the edges of the field. My warriors held their positions. The wounded moaned in the grass. The dead lay where they had fallen.

"You wanted this," I said.

Kael smiled.

"I did."

He circled me slowly.

"You wanted to prove yourself. You wanted to show the packs that you are worthy of the crown. You wanted to earn their loyalty."

I turned with him.

"And you wanted to destroy me."

He nodded....