The battlefield just fell apart—pure chaos everywhere.
Smoke rolled through the broken southern courtyard, warriors clashed hard across the mansion grounds, and wolves shifted mid-fight. Blood splattered the stone paths. Screams echoed under the morning sun.
But Kael wasn’t paying attention to any of it anymore.
Someone had touched her.
That thought drowned out everything.
The assassin’s body still twitched near the shattered balcony. Liana stood frozen beside him, breathing rough.
She was alive.
Still alive.
Relief surged through their bond—
Then, rage hit. Hard. Murderous.
Kael slowly turned toward the southern gates where the assassins were fleeing, slipping through the smoky ruins.
Let them run. His wolf wanted the chase.
Wanted blood. Wanted punishment.
Mine.
That posses
