Chapter 40

Then, through the chaos, I saw him.

Silas.

He emerged from the treeline like a shadow made flesh, his presence radiating malice. His eyes locked on mine, a predatory grin spreading across his face as he stepped forward.

“Elara,” he said, his voice carrying over the din of the battle.

“Still playing leader, I see.”

I bared my teeth, stepping toward him.

“And you’re still hiding behind your wolves, Silas. Too afraid to fight your own battles?”