"ZION!"

The sound of her voice pierced through the fog in my mind, yanking me back from the edge of oblivion, back to the battlefield, back to her!

Aliyah.

My mate.

The one I would protect with my last breath.

The world snapped into focus just as Everett’s blade descended, a cold, merciless arc aimed at my head. But before the sword could even brush a hair on my head, my hand shot up, seizing the blade mid-strike.

A gasp left his filthy lips.

The ...