Chapter 55
- “You can’t be serious.”
- Rogan’s voice was low, a tremor of disbelief threading through the words as he looked over at Crown and me. His hands gripped the hilt of his blade so tightly that his knuckles were white.
- The ground beneath us trembled, the deafening roar of Valen’s forces echoing through the trees. There was no time to second-guess. No time to mourn. Our pack was under siege. It was do or die.