POV: Alpha Dorian Graves
The knife slid into my hand as I spun around, facing the shadow that had followed me for miles. A laugh—her laugh—echoed through the trees.
"Show yourself!" I growled, my wolf scratching beneath my skin.
The shadow steps into the moonlight. My heart stopped.
Lyra. My mate. My dead mate.
"Hello, Dorian." Her voice was exactly as I remembered it. Sweet poison.
"You're not real," I whispered, backing away. "You're dead. I buried you."
She smiled, tilting her head. "Did you? Or did you hide what they wanted you to see?"
The crystal explosion at the ritual site had left me dazed but living. I'd stumbled away, unable to bear watching Amara choose Elias yet again. And now, miles from them all, my dead mate stood before me, looking very much alive.
"I saw your body," I hissed, circling her. "I felt our bond break."
