Lucian
Tears welled in Mara’s eyes before she could hide them. “Why?” she whispered. “Why would you walk into his trap, Lucian?”
“Mara, ”
“You know it’s a trap,” she said, her voice rising only slightly, but the heartbreak in it cut through everything. “Why would you walk straight into it?”
“Because we don’t have a choice,” I said, forcing myself to stay calm. “He’s pushed us into a corner. We don’t know who he is. We don’t know what he’s planning. But everything, everything, points to Mistwood. It’s the one place we keep circling back to. What if Chase Nighthorn isn’t just some rogue? What if he’s an Alpha over there, trying to take the island from the inside out?”
She bowed her head, her body trembling.
“We have to know what we’re dealing with,” I added. “We won’t be going as ourse
