Mary Ann’s POV
The blade pressed against my throat.
Cold metal touched the skin beneath my jaw while Gregor’s arm locked around my chest. His grip pulled me backward against him, forcing my body between his and the warriors gathering below the council platform.
For one terrible moment, the entire arena became silent.
I heard Darius coughing in the sand.
Elara shouting instructions to the healers.
The frightened breathing of the servant who had confessed.
Then Modric’s wolf roared through the bond.
The force of it nearly drove me to my knees.
His eyes turned completely silver.
Every muscle in his body tightened as he took one step toward us.
Gregor pressed the blade harder.
A thin sting moved across my throat.
Warm blood followed.
“Stop,” Gregor warned.
Modric froze.
His gaz
