Lex’s POV

Just when the bastard shifted and launched toward us like a bolt of fury, teeth bared and claws slashing through air—that’s when I saw her.

She tore into the scene like a shadow kissed by moonlight.

A dangerous beauty, cloaked in grace.

A majestic she-wolf—jet-black, lethal, divine—marked by a glimmering white star on her forehead. She didn't pounce; she danced, intercepting the Rogue King mid-air with a ferocity so fluid it felt choreographed by ...