Allie’s POV.
“Hayden!” His name echoed off the walls, reverberating through my soul like a violent tremor. My vision swam red, the sight of Hayden crumpled on the ground tainting my gaze.
Before I could move the guards dug their fingers into my arms, their grip as unyielding as stone. With every struggle, every tug, my wolf roared within me, urging me to break free, to reach Hayden.
But the taste of his blood lingered on my tongue, a bitter reminder of my own helplessness. My eyes darted in the crowd and my gaze landed on Hunter who was fighting fiercely.
My thoughts raced, a blur of questions and accusations. How had they found me? Why had they chosen war? Each thought pushed me further into a spiral of guilt, a weight that dragged at my feet as I felt the need to break free and run t
