Chapter 122

Thea’s POV

I clung to the cold iron bars of my cell, squeezing my eyes shut. I could hear the distant echoes of battle—the clash of steel, bursts of magic. Lucius would strike soon, and when he did, our pack would crumble. Yet I couldn’t stop the triumphant smile that spread across my face.

Finally, someone hated Draven as much as I did. Lucius despised him utterly, driven to conquer Draven’s pack and make his life a living hell. I imagined Draven’s ruin at the war’s end and felt a rush of dark delight.

Footsteps pounded closer. The heavy dungeon door jerked open. I opened my eyes and saw him—my lover—rushing in. He moved like a shadow, coming to my side. “The war has begun. Lucius’s army is attacking. We must slip away amid the chaos. Draven won’t notice our escape until it’s too late.”

He set to unbinding the chains that bit into my wrists and ankles. With a final tug, I was free. I flexed my fingers, massaged my sore wrists, and stood, my legs stif