CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Astra

Something is stirring inside me. Something that changes the very air in this chamber, something that makes every wolf here turn their eyes toward me—even the ones in human form.

I can see their wolves. All of them. Zari’s sleek black wolf peers at me from behind her human eyes, restless and aggressive. The enemy soldiers’ wolves pace anxiously within their human shells. And Aldric’s wolf is shadowy and twisted, corrupted by years of dark magic.

But it’s Lucian’s wolf that draws my attention. The connection between us pulses with desperate intensity.

Mate, something whispers in my mind. But it’s not my wolf’s voice—it’s something older, deeper....