My heart raced as I stepped back, my mind scrambling for a plan. The door burst open, and a massive wolf lunged at me.
I shifted just in time, my claws raking across its side. The fight was brutal, chaotic. My wolf reveled in the release, her strength and fury unleashed after years of suppression.
But then I smelled it—a scent I knew all too well.
Lukas.
He stood in the doorway, his face a mask of cold fury.
"What the hell is going on here?" he demanded.
The rogue retreated, its eyes darting between us before disappearing into the night.
Lukas stepped closer, his gaze fixed on me. "You just made a big mistake, Ayla."
I straightened, my wolf still on edge. "The only mistake I made was staying this long."
His lips curled into a sinister smile. "Oh, Ayla. You have no idea what’s coming."
I held his gaze, refusing to back down. "Neither do you."
And with that, I walked past him, my suitcase in hand. For the first time in years, I felt free. But I knew this was just the beginning.
But it didn’t end there, i found myself in front of him.