Inside the castle, Vida and Mona raced through the halls, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they searched for Amara.
"She has to be here somewhere," Vida panted, her eyes scanning the darkened corridors.
Mona nodded; her expression grim. "We'll find her. We have to."
Outside, Dionne stood frozen at the edge of the battlefield, her eyes wide with indecision. The chaos of the fight swirled around her, but she couldn't bring herself to move.
Her loyalty was torn—should she aid Prince Azer to lighten her sentence? Or should she join Zenus, who was her fated mate yet abandoned her at the hands of the enemy?
"I…" Dionne whispered, her heart pounding. "What do I do?"
The sound of tearing flesh and the howl of a dying werewolf snapped her attention back to the battle. Azer's pack was being driven back, their numbers dwindling under the onslaught of Zenus' rogues. Blood soaked the ground, and the scent of death filled the air.
