Aiden’s POV
Wow…
Irina didn’t sit idly waiting for me to rescue her.
“Cat got your tongue?” she teased, her voice smooth—too calm for the blood-soaked battlefield surrounding us.
I turned, and for a second, my mind blanked.
She stood there barefoot amidst the c*****e, her hair matted with streaks of crimson, eyes blazing an unnatural shade of green that wasn’t entirely hers. Her lips were curved into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, and around her lay bodies—no, corpses—of the wolves who had tried to cage her.
The air itself seemed to bend around her, humming with power.
“Holy—Irina?” I breathed out, barely believing what I was seeing.
She tilted her head slightly, a predator’s motion. “The one and only,” she said, stepping over the mangled body of a rogue, the metallic scent of
