POV: Ronan Montague

I lunged for the ritual circle's edge.

The symbols carved into the floor glowed with power that had been building for hours. Breaking the circle would disperse that energy, rendering the ceremony impossible to complete. It was vandalism of sacred pack tradition and would probably earn me a death sentence.

But Juliana's freedom was worth any consequence.

The enforcers intercepted me three steps from the circle. Two grabbed my arms while a third drove his fist into my ribs ...