“Another attempt and I will end you,” I hissed in his ear, tightening my grip to hear him choke. “WHERE ARE THEY?!” I demanded.He is flailing in my chokehold. His nails are digging into my arm, struggling for freedom and to suck in a breath of air. I loosen my hold just enough so he can speak. “Lord Tenebris,” he chokes. “The north.”I have no clue who this lord is. If he is the one in charge of demons, I can only guess how monstrous of a Lord he might be. “Are they alive?” I seethed. “Tell me the truth. Are my Beta and friend alive?”“YES!” he gasped, drool gathering and foaming at the corners of his mouth. I squeeze tighter, just for the thrill of cutting off his airway and watching him struggle. He didn’t mention any of the other men that accompanied Beretta and Nilo. That must mean that they are all dead. And he not only knew of those events, he had to have had a hand in them. “That attack. Did you orchestrate that to get my mate to leave with his army for the border?” I aske

Lachlan POVWhen we got to the place where Percy and the rest of the hunting party were waiting to receive further instructions, I was mortified to see the damage my mate had done. Mortified and impressed.I knew she was strong, stronger than most, but she alone took out a dozen experienced and bulking warriors. All on her own. The carnage was unimaginable. Killian was oddly proud, but still a bit disturbed that she could handle this level of fighting without any help. Cherum's Lycan looked sick, coughing and gagging as we passed the worst of it. “She saved herself,” Percy said as Cherum, King Brennus, Cedric and I came to a cropping of large rocks. "She told us not to follow her and that she saved herself."The other warriors that traveled with us spread out to join the search for all the severed body parts and to see if there were any more traces of her scent. The gore was littered everywhere and Cherum ordered her guard to be sure that she wasn’t missing a limb or so much as a to

Nilo POV“We have to stop her!” Beretta was hissing at me. “Do you know what he will do to her? Do you have any fucking idea what these monsters do to women?”I knew. I knew that too damn well. I wish I could do something, anything to stop her, but I feel helpless right now.Irrita used her magic to hide our voices, but the strain on her was growing. I could tell the energy was draining from her face. She may be free from the restraints, but there is no telling how long she and these other women were oppressed. They won't have the reserves of energy like a fit warrior would.The other women were holding Beretta back from revealing our location. When the Luna said she was here to trade her life for ours, I reacted the same way. The command Ela gave and my fear for my mate's safety were the only things keeping me from acting right now. When I saw Ela move to cut the throat of her own uncle, my blood ran cold. She is my Luna. I should be out there protecting her from the vile stares of

King Brennus POVEverything happened so fast. I was already feeling weak because of draining as much of my magic into the necklace as I could. It was not just my daughter I needed to save anymore. It was all of them. My daughter, son-in-law….and their child. I wouldn’t let all the sacrifices her mother and I made be in vain. With the bond connecting them, I prayed that the magic would flow through that and keep her safe, while also protecting the one that will protect her and my grandchild in my coming absence. When my mate told me before we reset the fabrics of time once again that his happiness was hers, I didn't understand what she meant. I thought that just Elelira being alive and safe was all that mattered. Then, she ran away, joining the pirates, and though she was fierce and found her inner strength, I could see that it only made her bitter. Not happy.Her happiness didn't come until she finally forgave and accepted her mate. Now, he was dead, and everything was coming full

Elelira POVLife after the brief but impactful war was much different than our lives before. So much had changed. When the rest of our warriors saw that Lachlan had survived and I was also alive and well after running into literal hell, the celebration lasted weeks. Percy chewed me out, as did the rest of my guard, but they soon turned to rejoicing at our return from certain death. Our pack was celebrating, but our hearts were not in it.My father’s body was taken back to the sea by Cedric and Lillian after I was finally able to let him go. It took me days to accept that he was gone. I had been hoping that some magic was left in his body and could save him from death, and everyone allowed me to live in the fantasy until I came to terms with him truly being gone. He was to be laid to rest deep in the ocean, at the place where all the siren kings and queens were buried. I wasn’t aware, and neither was Lachlan, but when my father and Lillian had stormed into my uncle’s pack the day bef