Chapter Eight

"Let her go," Evander barks over my head at Prince Mykal.

"Not a chance," the Lycan sneers back, tightening his grip on my arm. "She's coming home with me. I felt the pain you inflicted upon her." He raises his noble chin, clearly looking down on someone he sees as a barbarian. "I will not allow you to hurt her anymore."

"You dare!" Evander bellows, inexplicably enraged. He lets go of my arm, then throws his head back to snarl out a battle cry. He drops down on all fours, immediately shifting to his wolf. His nails dig into the wooden planks as he prepares himself to pounce.

The prince shifts as well, and in his Lycan form he remains on two legs while his hands grow into razor-sharp claws. He shoves me aside, probably much harder than he intended, and I fall off the edge of the platform and onto the hard ground.

I scramble to my feet, ready to climb back up the stairs, but the sight of the Lycans running onto the field freezes me in place. Petrified, all I can do is watch as they hurl