KAI’S POV

Every time I inhaled, I could perceive swear, leather and the desperation that overtook the largest percentage of the air in the war room we gathered in.

My arms were folded over my chest as I leaned against the edge of the map table, my eyes scanning the faces of my people—the leaders of my warriors.

The shaman—or should I say my uncle, stood to my right, his hands still glowing faintly with whatever mystical energy he had been flexing earlier. And Selena was directly across ...