Chapter 190 A Coming Doom

• ~ Cassandra ~
• The battle had been glorious, even beyond my wildest dreams. I stood at the edge of the battlefield, gazing over the blood-soaked ground with a satisfied smile tugging at my lips. Half of the armies that had come to challenge me lay in broken heaps, the remaining forces retreating in disgrace. It was everything I had wanted—total and undeniable victory. The scent of their defeat filled the air, mingling with the burnt, acrid scent of the darkness that had begun to consume the skies.
• The most satisfying part? Thorne—one of Elara’s mates—had been struck down in the chaos. I had seen him fall, clutching his side as blood poured from the wound. He was too weak to pose any further threat. And with one mate badly injured, the rest would crumble. That bond they shared, the love they clung to, was nothing but a weakness, an anchor dragging them all down. They had retreated, but their defeat was already written in the stars.