{Ryanna’s POV}

So this was it.

After all the years of fleeing, of being beaten near death, of clawing back, of burying names and faces I could never truly afford to mourn. After over a decade of running, chasing, and surviving. I stood before the monster who started it all.

Face to face with the enabler of the system that made my reality such a hell.

“Aurelius Marx.” I breathed.

He was larger than I would've imagined possible. Towering in his wolf form, he looked like he was sculpted ...