Chapter 132

Maeve’s POV

I felt the hair on my skin rise—and then I felt him. Draven’s presence surged into my awareness. My eyes darted across the meadow, where Dorian, a handful of our fiercest warriors, and I battled side by side against the Eclipse Pack’s wolves and vampires. A wave of relief flooded my chest as I locked onto Draven’s form. I’d been frantic with worry, haunted by nightmares of him, terrified he’d vanished. That fool who’d threatened Draven’s life had driven me to madness.

Guilt seized me: if anything terrible had befallen Draven, I’d never forgive myself. This was my fault. The instant those dreams began, I should have warned everyone. Instead, we stood under siege, the pack at risk, the people I loved in mortal danger.

Before I could fully dwell on my torment, Draven appeared beside me. Luther