Zander's POV
"We have to run," I said, pacing Elder Seraphine's destroyed room like a caged animal. "Right now. Take the pack and flee to neutral territory before the Council comes."
"And go where exactly?" Kira asked from her spot on the floor where she was still recovering from our magical blast. "You heard them. They have a Shadow Army now. There's nowhere to hide from that."
She was right, but I couldn't just stand here and wait for those monsters to show up. Not when I'd already lost everyone I'd ever loved to Council magic.
"There has to be another way," I argued, my hands clenching into fists. "Some kind of spell or weapon or—" "Zander. " Kira's speech was quiet but firm. "Look at me."
I turned to face her, and the sight of my mate sitting there with cuts on her arms and tiredness in her eyes made something twist in my chest. Three weeks ago, I'd been planning to sacrifice her for my restoration magic. Now the thought of losing her made me feel sick.
