Chapter 177

Valerica's POV

My wolf let out a mournful howl in my mind, its low growl shaking the candlestick into a shower of sparks.

The image of Lucian nailed to the moon altar exploded in my mind.

I remembered how he used to grab my wrist as a child.

The scenes shifted in my memory, and suddenly I saw Tristan holding his shattered skull.

My hardened nails dug fiercely into my palm.

My wolf eyes contracted