Author's POV
At those words, Adrian's stomach dropped.
"Find out what Damon's holding," he snarled at Derek. "He wouldn't move on my mate this openly unless he had something. Something that guarantees he wins."
The answer came twenty minutes later, and it turned his blood to frost.
"Cecelia," Silas said, ashen. "The Queen's daughter. She handed Damon the Mayfly."
The Mayfly. The royal bloodline's most forbidden weapon, a seeker that locked onto a single heartbeat and never, ever missed. Raze rose up inside him, a black tide of fury that made the werewolves beside him flinch back.
Adrian had Damon on the line in seconds. "Listen to me carefully, Reese. If you point that thing at Lina, I will bury every Frostheart in the ground with you. Your father. Your pack. Every last
