Ally's POV

　　"James, please." My voice cracks, betraying the turmoil within. "Remember who you are. You are the future Alpha, our pack's hope. Don't let her lies destroy you."

　　But the brother I implore is veiled behind a mask of spite, a puppet tangled in Poppy's web. He lunges again, his movements telegraphed by years of sparring together, yet each blow I evade is an ache in my heart.

　　"Fight, damn you!" He roars, the sound echoing off the trees, ...