Zarek.
I was furious beyond words.
Every vein inside me burned with a rage so deep it felt like fire had replaced the blood in my body. Anger alone was not enough to describe the storm raging through my chest. It was something darker, something colder, something that had been building for years while I had been trapped in the body of a beast.
Yet despite the fury clawing at my insides, two things alone kept me anchored.
Valtira.
And Raven.
They were the only calm I had left in this world. The only reason I had not torn the world apart already. Nothing else mattered to me anymore. Not power, not the throne, not the pack.
Only them.
I had not even allowed myself the time to fully process the magnitude of Jesse’s betrayal. Nor had I given proper thought to Lyssandra’s crimes—her mani
