Irina’s POV
The forest seemed to breathe with me as I stood there—each inhale pulling the mist closer, each exhale making the trees sigh. Kratos’s words echoed in my skull, refusing to fade. Enigma.
I wasn’t sure whether to be terrified or grateful that someone was finally giving me answers.
Rylan still hadn’t lowered his guard. He stood half a step in front of me, his muscles tense, gaze flicking between Kratos and the rogues hidden among the shadows. “We’re not following you until you explain what exactly you mean by ‘others,’” he said, voice like gravel.
Kratos regarded him with something between amusement and respect. “You think your claws will protect her from what’s coming, wolf?” he said. “No offense meant, but even an Alpha would fail where she walks. The Enigma’s path is not f
