Mira’s POV

I woke to the sound of distant footsteps. The cell door opened. Not Darius this time. Two guards, silent and efficient. "Time to move," one said.

They dragged me up the stairs, through corridors. My legs barely worked. The power burnout had left me hollow and weak. We emerged into the central plaza just as the sun broke over the valley walls.

The entire camp had gathered. Hundreds of wolves, all watching. All waiting. And there, at the center, standing beside Darius.

Lyra.

My ...