Chapter 147

Lennox’s POV

“What?” A ripple of gasps swept through the assembled warriors—Zachary and Ronan among them. I couldn’t conceal the shock and confusion roiling within me. Stepping forward, I fixed my narrowed blue eyes on Nyxara, taking in every detail: the Eclipse Pack’s emblem etched on her arm, the small pyramid on her wrist—marks of our enemy. Still, there was something in her gaze, a raw sincerity tugging at my instincts.

Her eyes drifted across the circle of warriors before coming to rest on Dorian, reflecting his own tightly reined emotions. He gritted his teeth. “What are you saying?” he rasped, voice strained by barely suppressed turmoil. I was no less tense.

Nyxara drew a steadying breath. “I was sent here by my mate, Luther Black,” she announced, allowing the weight of her words to settle among