Chapter 35

Maeve’s POV

My eyes narrowed as I studied them, each face twisted in murderous intent. I clutched my dagger and backed away a few cautious steps. The instant I moved, they lunged. I darted behind a pillar and wove through the tombstones, racing for the entrance—only to find a wolf blocking my path, its claws raking the air.

I spun away, but another wolf sprang at me, its talons slashing across my arm. The white orb I’d been holding slipped free, hitting the ground with a shattering crack. I clenched the phoenix stone in my other hand as hot blood poured from my wound.

I hissed curses under my breath. If only I could shift into my wolf form—this would be far simpler. Pain gnawed at my bones as I scrambled to flee, but there was nowhere left to go. These rogues had rings around me. I stood at the cemetery’s center, trapped.

Oh, goddess, this was suicide. Outnumbered and outmatched, I felt every hope of victory drain away.

They attacked again, and I