Kieran's POV
I stared at the Midnight Queen as she stood before us, her mask of shadows moving like smoke. My body felt wrong caught between human and wolf, the silver poison still burning in my blood despite Sienna's healing.
"Run," Sienna whispered again.
But I wasn't going anywhere. Not this time.
The Queen raised her hands to her mask, fingers wrapping around its sides. The forest seemed to hold its breath.
Then a howl cut through the night my Beta, Rafe, calling the pack to war.
The Queen's hands froze. Her head tilted, listening.
"Your wolves come, Alpha," she said, voice like ice sliding over stone. "But they won't save you."
With a wave of her hand, darkness overtook the clearing. I felt something sharp slice across my chest claws or a blade, I couldn't tell. Sienna cried out somewhere to my left. Ronan shouted.
Then the darkness lifted, and the Queen was gone.
"Is everyone alive?" I asked, putting my hand to the fresh cut on my chest.
