CHAPTER 45

Scar froze.

There stood the only one wolf she knew who would lead goblins. His golden fur rippled as the powerful muscles beneath worked to carry him closer to Scar. He stared at her with piercing blue eyes, emotionless glaciers that made her shiver inside and out. And in that moment, Scar

knew who this man was.

Those eyes had haunted her dreams since the first time she'd seen him.

Stanley.

His wolf body rippled and shifted, the pale blond fur of his pelt falling back into his skin. Moments later, once his bones were finished snapping into place, Stanley stood tall and regal above Scar, those cold, hard eyes of his staring down at her from an impossible height.

"You thought you could run from me, did you?" he said, his voice flat. "You're a fool who knows nothing about goblin magic. Running was always going to be futile, and it always will be. You want to know why?" He crouched, his long, claw-like fingernails digging under her furry chin to tilt her head to look up at him.