Fiona’s POV Please Micah, come back home. I am wide awake, looking at the clock, my heart in my throat. It's the dead of night, and Micah still isn't home. He has completely shielded himself from me, so I can't sense him through the mate bond either. I sit on the couch with my arms wrapped aroun
I let out a small chuckle, amused by his excitement. "That's quite the tale," I say, my tone light. I don't mention that I know these myths all too well, that the picture is of my ancestor, and that I am a white wolf myself. Havier continues on excitedly, "However, there is more to the legend. Isa
Fiona’s POV "I have to go down there. I have to save her," I whisper, my voice resolute. Havier's hand remains pressed against the glass window, tracking the tears streaming down his pregnant wife's face. The scene is heart-wrenching, and I look away, steeling myself against the emotions threateni
For a moment, he appears shocked by my words but then his shoulders slump, and he shakes his head. "I cannot. Prince Micah's orders were to protect you, and I cannot let you go," he says. I can see how it destroys him to say the words, knowing that they would mean the death of his family. Placing
Fiona’s POV "How touching," Jason laughs, his eyes fixed on Havier. "Do you really think one of you could hold out against all of my men?" The realization hits me like a punch to the gut. Havier is not going to go like I asked him to. Why didn't Havier leave when I told him to? Before I can atte
He shrugs as if Havier's sacrifice was inconsequential. Like it was not a big deal at all. "Micah thought he could win, make my army lose, and ruin my plans. But now, he will have the ultimate test before him. His wife or the crown," Jason declares, his words a venomous assault. The cruelty in his
Micah’s POV My men lift me on their shoulders, and cheers erupt for our victory. I smile at my fellow wolves, their loyalty warming my heart. I open my mouth to praise them again, but a sharp pain suddenly strikes my chest. It's so severe that it shakes my entire being, and I'm forced to bend down,
"I took the people here hostage," he boasts smugly. "And like a charm, it worked in getting your wife out." The more he speaks, the tighter dread grips my chest. "She came down with her little mutt, and my men had great pleasure in tearing him down," he recounts with a sickening glee. Havier. Hi