Rhys's POV:
I watched the wolves and the man with a frown.
They didn’t look like us. Not anymore.
Their forms were distorted—like wolves, but wrong. Limbs too long. Eyes hollow, glowing red where warmth should’ve been. Their fur looked matted with shadow and something thicker—oil, rot, hatred.
They weren’t just wolves.
They were abominations.
Of course, they didn’t care I was a prince.
They didn’t care about titles, politics, or royal blood.
They cared that I was his enemy.
They cared that I was hers.
“This isn’t going to end well,” Rafe mind-linked, voice grim. "I can already smell the mess."
“James is so f*****g desperate,” I shot back.
“Anyone would be, to keep Keya...”
He wasn’t wrong.
Keya didn’t belong to anyone, but gods—if she did, every part of me would still fight t
