CHOSEN BY RUIN
My head turns before I can stop myself.
And I see him.
Xaden.
Standing at the far end of the corridor, dressed entirely in black, listening to an older woman who looks like an official speak to him.
My pulse doesn’t just quicken, it stumbles.
That scent. It’s him.
“Talking of the devil,” Sloane murmurs beside me.
“Tell me about him,” I say quietly, unable to look away.
“He’s the strongest wolf in the academy,” she says. “Some argue his twin, Darian, rivals him. But Xaden is the one the prophecy speaks of.”