Elara’s POV
I crash through smaller limbs on my way down, each impact driving the breath from my lungs. I hit the ground with a bone-jarring thud, my injured leg screaming in protest. I cry out in pain, rolling to absorb the impact as best I can.
Laughter echoes from above as Henrik drops down gracefully, followed by two other warriors I recognize from the pack: Denzel and a scarred brute named Kane.
“Look at her,” Kane sneers as I struggle to my feet. “She really thought she could escape.”
“Alpha Blackwood sends his regards,” Denzel adds, baring his teeth at me. “You’ve caused him a lot of trouble.”
“Because of you, Harper was rejected by someone Alpha Blackwood wanted for her, someone of high blood,” Henrik explains. “Did you really think you could get away with that? That any of us
