We make our way to the end of the off-shoot toward the main hallway. The sound of clanging metal and screams gets my wolf’s attention. She wants me to shift.
Wants to fight.
Wants to defend her people. Lycan and werewolf alike.
But I hold her back. Lucas still has a silver knife to Emma’s throat.
The two rebel werewolves blocking the path to us from the main hallway notice us and step aside to let us pass. But there’s nowhere to go. The way is blocked by crashing swords and fallen bodies.
My father’s words from his journal replay in my mind: if we fight destruction with more destruction, there will be nothing left for anyone in the end.
I turn to Lucas.
“Please,” I tell him. “Allow me to speak. Pull back your soldiers, and the royal guards will let us pass if I tell them to.”
Lucas
