Chapter 154

• Kavian’s pov
• I haven’t fully healed from the stab wound in my stomach, the flesh still throbbing with a deep, burning ache that made every step feel like fire. I was still bound with thick, strong chains—heavy, cold metal biting into my wrists and ankles—while about four men gripped the extended links, holding me in place like some prized war trophy.
• They marched me forward as my father, my brothers, and our army advanced toward the pack gates. I could sense the misplaced optimism radiating from Alpha Stefan and his men; they truly believed they stood a chance against my father. Watching them puff their chests with false courage made a hollow pity settle in my chest. They were all playing with their lives. The fact that all three packs and their alphas had joined forces meant absolutely nothing.