The ruined bedroom felt swallowed by silence.
Blood soaked the shattered floorboards.
Dead rogues sprawled beneath broken walls, not moving. At the center of all that chaos—Liana’s wolf stood under the moonlight, breath ragged and heavy.
She was huge.
Silver.
Utterly terrifying.
Kael couldn’t tear his eyes away—even the continent’s most feared Alpha forgot how to breathe for just a second.
The prophecy wasn’t ancient words anymore. It was standing right here. Alive. Awake.
His wolf raged under his skin.
Mine.
That instinct crashed into him, almost breaking his control.
It wasn’t because she was beautiful—although she was.
It wasn’t because power rolled off her and rattled the walls.
No, it was something deeper. Primal. Old. An equal.
And realizing that scared him more than an
