Mira's POV.

We didn't make it past the outer gate before Darius's wolves surrounded us. Not Lyra's command, his.

Kael shifted into a fighting stance, but there were too many. A dozen rogues with weapons drawn, moving with military precision.

"The great Alpha and his broken mate," a voice said from the shadows. Darius stepped into the torchlight, older than Kael but carrying the same sharp features twisted by bitterness.

Kael went rigid. "You're supposed to be dead."

"Exile looks like death from ...