This was the female I had loved with everything I had. She had turned herself into a blade and driven it straight through my heart.
"Oh my! Kael Nightthorne's eyes have gone red! It seems he really does love Sister Selene so much!"
"Ha! Too bad his precious Selene threw him away long ago—and plotted against him too."
After Darian Frostveil finished mocking me, he splashed his goblet of blood-wine across my face.
"Pathetic. Back then, I drank a few extra cups of your wine, and you nearly tore me apart."
"Now look at you—trussed up on this silver-bound slab like a gutted deer, waiting for me to carve you up."
Selene Frostveil watched my humiliated face with an amused smile. "Why are you looking at us like that? We're simply returning the favor—your methods turned back on you."
"I'm being merciful, really. I haven't ordered your legs broken. You just have to win your way out, if you have the skill."
At her words, the pack elders who had betrayed me and the other wolves gathered in this sea-den burst into laughter.
"Ha! How could he possibly win his way out? To make sure he dies here, Alpha Selene invited the new Tidefang King to be his opponent."