Vera’s doing, no doubt. She boasted about her strength in many ways but she always ran first in actual fights.
Panic gripped me as I ran around the side of the house, heading for the back door near the kitchen. But that, too, was locked. My heart raced, fear clawing at my throat as I stood there, helpless. And then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw him—a rogue, eyes wild, teeth bared.
I wasn’t a fighter. I’d never been one. But in that moment, survival kicked in. I dodged his attacks, my breath coming in sharp as I ran, desperate to get away. But he cornered me, backing me up against a tree in the middle of the battlefield. My heart pounded in my chest as I braced myself for the end.
Then a familiar howl cut through the chaos. Darius was back.
Our eyes locked across the battlefield. I silently begged him for help, my heart aching with the need for him to save me. But then, a scream rang out from inside the packhouse, and without hesitation, Darius turned and ran inside.
My heart sank. I knew he was repulsed by having a half-breed like me as his mate, but he could've at least tried to save me for once.