POV: Victor Beaumont
The others gasped.
"What are you?" Celeste whispered.
I couldn't answer in wolf form, but Seraphina spoke for me.
"He's what The Mother fears most," she said proudly. "The last of the Ancient Alphas."
And with that, I leaped toward the ritual circle, toward the woman who had stolen my life, my mate, and my children.
Behind me, I heard the twins and the Alphas following.
The final battle had begun.
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POV: Ingrid Devereaux
The knife missed my face by inches. I ducked and rolled behind the supply tent, heart beating.
"I know you're there, Ingrid," a voice called out. "You should have stayed in the main camp."
I reached for my own blade, hating myself for coming alone. The fight with The Mother raged half a mile away, but here in the backup camp, I'd found something far worse—treachery.
"Show yourself!" I ordered, trying to sound braver than I felt. My son Elias was fighting for his life, and I'd be damned if I'd let a spy ruin everything now.
