Chapter 60. Lira’s Escape

Leon’s POV

As if the relentless nightmare of my own impending death weren’t horrifying enough, I discovered an even crueler blow: Lira had escaped. I crouched by the shattered window frames where she’d broken free, the jagged glass glinting like spilled starlight. From the pattern of the breaks, I knew exactly who had set her free.

“Seline!” I howled, voice ripping through the silent village. Without a moment’s hesitation, I shifted into my wolf form—muscles coiling, fur sprouting in a rush of pain and power—and tore out of our settlement.

Seline had recently become Lira’s most trusted aide. Like Ronir and me, she shared a close bond with Lira, but it was no healthy friendship. Lira was commanding and exacting, while Seline took perverse pleasure in being insulted and mocked—so much so that she’d sometimes become uncontrollably aroused in public humiliation.

I despised her for that alone, but even more for her gift: her inner wolf, Chameleon, could bl