{Aurelius’s POV}

The door banged tough enough behind me to clatter the vases mounted along the walls. My room was dim, except for the persistent silver of moonbeam slicing in through the thin window slits.

The fireplace had a single burning flame, I didn't bother lighting the rest. The shadows suited my mood better.

Damn her.

Every step I took echoed with frustration. Ryanna. Ryanna. Ryanna. Her name tasted bitter on my tongue. She and those dregs she calls packmates. Scraping their way ...