Something was wrong the moment they crossed into Draven territory. The forest was too quiet, it made Matthias's wolf pace restlessly beneath his skin. Beside him, Raine pressed closer, one hand protectively over her belly, her newly recovered instincts picking up the same wrongness that had his hackles rising. "Where is everyone?" Selene whispered, her eyes scanning the empty paths that should have been bustling with activity. Matthias didn't answer, couldn't answer, because the scent hit him then—familiar and hated, carried on the wind like a promise of violence. Killian. Here, in his territory, waiting. "Get Raine to safety," he ordered Selene, his voice rough with barely controlled fury. "Now." But it was already too late. Killian stepped out from behind the pack house like a specter of death, his pale eyes glittering with satisfaction. He looked completely at ease, as if he owned the very ground he stood on, as if this were his territory instead of Matthias's. "Welcome home,
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