At the entrance, Dex stood frozen. Not quite himself. But coming to.
He knew Serena's name and that he loved her. He knew he rescued her from the forest weeks ago. But he couldn't remember her face or her scent. Or anything else.
He didn't fully understand what the hell happened. Or why his memories felt like shattered glass being reassembled by a drunk.
But when he entered the tent, he knew immediately. That was her. Her scent pulled something deep in his chest. His wolf knew too.
Mate.
Then he saw she was being held in silver chains. And his father was trying to negotiate to get her back.
What the hell? Why wasn't Hyran doing more? Why was Gav just standing there?
He saw Viremont's blade slice into her neck. Her blood hit him like a battering ram. The scent and sight both.
He'd seen that blood before. It was gold and unforgettable.
Then it came back to him, he'd seen that blood when she was initiated as a pack member. More than that, he saw it when she was crowned.
