CHAPTER 126: War for revenge

Callista’s POV

It was night. Black as a beetle's belly. And each of my warriors, a storm cloud against the pale dawn, stood poised, ears perked, eyes reflecting the glint of the coming battle. This wasn't a hunt; this was vengeance. My revenge.

“Are you ready, warriors?” I asked through the mental link.

“Awoo!” they grunted and howled in unison, signifying they were ready. Their eyes are like embers, burning the same fire I feel. I am not hunting tonight. This is payback, raw, and mean.

My gaze shifted to Andrian, who stood confidently beside me. His wolf’s fur shimmers under the moon's watchful gaze. His eyes match the rage in my gut. Every muscle coiled tight, like it wanted to explode.

Cassius, the one who cast me out, who marked me for death—his scent lingered in my memory, a foul tang that twisted my gut. The memory of his betrayal and the searing pain of his judgment that had plunged me into an abyss of fear back then in the woods—it all fueled the inferno burning in my chest.