with catastr

oonlight. Devon's two guards near the truck didn't even have time to shift before the mass

warriors screamed, drawing his broadswo

d down around him. He looked at the massive, slavering invaders, then down at his poisoned father, and fina

red beneath the

e had been prepared

would finally breathe without the tyra

did his legs

r wasn't chargin

rging towar

eathing bec

crashed through his m

ooden sword into his han

stance during endless w

und his shoulders after he had fallen a

d been crue

ease. But he had

, his voice barely audib

r wanted

Her body still burned from the wolfsbane running through Marcus's veins, but

s lungs. Yet, even as he hovered at the edge of death, his dark eyes locked onto Elena. Through the fading bond, she felt an e

cking as black blood leaked past his l

e warriors and focused entirely on the legendary Alpha kneeling helplessly in the dirt. A sickening, intelligent snee

f the gates, the lead rogue lunged directly at Marcus, i

Elena s

he fated-mate bond took absolute control of her muscles. She couldn't let him die. Sh

s shock just in time. "E

rush Elena and his father. The two wolves slammed into the gravel, biting and clawing at each other in a savage, bloody tangle. But Devon was young, and

whimpering howl that ec

eed, and something inside

saw not the broken young ma

er him through the castle courtyard with sc

h me,

truck with un

ing not to notice the

every mistake instead o

ould always be another day to

t be another da

im with greater violence than th

Not while I s

son be slaughtered overrode the paralysis in his blood. Marcus gripped the stone wall

y son," Mar

uns. He couldn't shift into his wolf form because of the wolfsbane blocking his DNA, but his human strength was still monstrous. He stepped forward,

impact. The rogue wolf howled

hing as he collapsed entirely onto the earth, coughing up a thick pool of dar

ond in her chest felt like a fragile, frayed string about to sna

she had harbored for him an hour ago was entirely gone, replaced by a desperate, primal need for survival.

ed up with immense effort, his bloody hand gently cupping her cheek. His to

dark eyes slowly closing as his hand fell away

pped br

soul-thread didn't ju

ng ripped out with a pair of white-hot tongs. She fell forward against Marcus's unmoving chest

horror as his father went still and Elena collapsed. The remaining rogue wolves clos