I was terrified.
Not just scared.
It was the kind of terror that made your hands shake and your stomach turn to liquid ice.
It was Maeve's mother.
The sheer power radiating from her was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. I'd grown up around alphas, around powerful lycans who could command respect with a single look, but what I'd just witnessed was something else entirely.
The way the shadows had moved around her like living things, the ease with which she'd dismissed us, the absolute authority in her voice when she'd ordered us to leave, it was the kind of power that legends were made of.
And now we were running through these nightmare corridors without her, without any real idea of where we were going, while behind us I could hear the sounds of a battle that would probably level half the mountain.
