Chapter 87 The Last Stand

• Melissa’s POV
• The smell of blood and conflict-filled the air. My heartbeat was pounding in my ears as I stood on the chilly stone floor of Darius's cave, my wrists shackled by gleaming silver chains. As Kane led the packs against The Forsaken's fortress, I could feel the chaos outside through the small barred window—wolves fighting, metal scrapping, warrior shouts.
• I tried to sense him by reaching out with my senses. He was there, powerful and uncompromising, yet aloof as if he were being drawn away by something. My heart tightened. I was unable to let him go. I wouldn't.