Modric’s POV
“The Mooncrest woman.”
The child’s words struck harder than any blade.
I looked at Mary Ann.
Soot covered her face. A shallow cut remained across her throat from Gregor’s weapon, and part of her dress had burned during the rescue. She stood in the middle of the ruined street while healers carried injured families around her.
Nightveil had not entered the village only to burn supplies.
They were searching for her.
The fires were a distraction.
The invasion itself might be one too.
Cassius wanted Mary Ann alive, and he had sent trained soldiers into Ironclaw territory while every commander was gathered at the challenge arena.
My wolf surged with such violence that my injured shoulder nearly gave beneath the pressure.
Mary Ann felt it through the bond.
“Modric.”
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