Kael POV

The Huntress’s scent still lingered in the temple cold moonlight and silver blood. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, furious, restless. She’d dared to put her blade to my throat. She’d dared to breathe near my mate.

Ardyn leaned against the shattered Bone Mirror, her glowing skin painted in flickers of crimson light, divine power coiling around her like a crown. She was trembling, lips parted, breaths shallow, her pulse wild beneath fragile skin. Seeing her like this flushed, ...