Lyla’s breath was steady, but the weight of Malachai’s words pressed against her ribs like iron.

"If you stand against me, you are standing on the wrong side of history."

She understood now.

The Forsaken weren’t just monsters locked away out of fear.

They were victims.

They had been betrayed and erased by the same council that had ruled the wolves for centuries.

By the same people who had written the prophecy.

By her own bloodline.

And now

The war wasn’t just ...