Lyralei felt the full brunt of Alpha Malachai’s aura crushing down on her shoulders and honestly…. she was just tired, so bone-deep tired of everything that had happened in the past few days that she could barely think straight anymore. Tired of being stepped upon like mud beneath boots, tired of being treated like garbage that someone forgot to throw away properly, tired of fighting battles she never asked for in the first place against enemies she didn’t understand.

Why her? Just why the fuck her?

The universe wouldn’t let her die when she’d jumped off that cliff, wouldn’t grant her the mercy of death, but it also wouldn’t let...