Xander

The battlefield stank of smoke and humiliation.

I had dreamed of this moment for months, of watching Maximus’s new pack burn, of seeing that half-breed dragged from his throne and forced to kneel before me. I had imagined it so clearly that victory had become a taste I could not wash out of my mouth.

But now, standing on the ridge, I could feel it slipping again.

Below me, chaos churned. My rogues tore through the clearing, but the fire that rose to meet them ...