Chapter 147: Nyra’s POV

Orran lay where he’d fallen, breath ragged, eyes wild, the silver collar still biting into his skin. Guards held him down now, hands firm on his shoulders, knees braced into the stone. He didn’t look like an Alpha anymore. He looked small. Like a broken, terrified victim.

I stood at the center of the circle, blade still in my hand, though the fight was long over. My arm didn’t tremble. My heart didn’t race.

This was the part that mattered.

I turned slowly, ...