CELLA'S POV I didn't make it far.The guards were everywhere, pouring from the shadows like ants from a disturbed nest. I fought them with everything I had, my wolf surging against the silver cuffs that still bound my wrists, my claws raking across armored chests and throats.But there were too many.And I was too weak.A heavy blow caught me across the back of the head, and the world went white. I crumpled to the ground, my vision swimming, my ears ringing with the sound of my own heartbeat.Hands grabbed me. Rough. Insistent. Dragging me back toward the courtyard."No," I gasped. "Let me go. Let me…""Quiet, little wolf." The guard's voice was cold, indifferent. "You're not going anywhere."I was thrown to the ground in front of Darian, my hands bound again, my head throbbing with a pain that made my vision blur.And then I saw Aeden.AEDEN'S POVThey'd brought me down with silver arrows.Five of them, embedded in my shoulders, my back, my legs. The poison burned through my veins l
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