|| Penelope ||
The stars above me shimmered like scattered diamonds, their glow casting a pale silver light over the palace balcony. The crisp night air kissed my skin, but I barely felt it. My body was taut with exhaustion, my mind a tangled mess of thoughts, replaying every moment of the past few days, the hybrids, the fire, the scent of burning wood and blood.
I had done what needed to be done. The herbs I carried had allowed me to weaken them just enough to turn the tide in my favor. Their hideout had been reduced to ashes. But I wasn’t foolish enough to think it had ended there.
Someone had seen me.
He had seen me.
And now, he was here.
Even before I turned, I felt him, like a strong force that disrupted the air itself. The presence of the Lycan prickled along my skin,
