Magnus’s eyes flickered with something close to panic. He knew what this meant. The Crimson Pack was ruthless, and Magnus had stolen one of their own. Worse, he had broken me.
Asher stepped forward, his voice cutting through the cold air. "Astrid, come here."
I walked past Magnus without a second glance, standing beside my brother as my true pack surrounded me. For the first time in a long while, I felt safe.
Magnus took a step forward, but Asher growled in warning. "You don’t get to touch her. Not anymore."
Magnus clenched his fists. "Astrid, don't do this. You don't know what you're getting yourself into."
I met his gaze with nothing but cold fury. "No, Magnus. You don't know what you've started."
With one last glance at the man I once loved, I turned my back on him—forever.
Asher raised his hand, and in an instant, the Crimson Pack lunged.
Magnus barely had time to react as the wolves descended upon him, forcing him to shift into his monstrous black wolf. A fierce battle erupted, growls and snarls filling the night air.
I watched, emotionless, as Magnus fought for his life.