Mordred's POV
The conversation crushed Seraphina completely.
She couldn't wrap her head around what I'd been carrying all these years. The feelings I'd buried for my stepsister had festered in silence.
And her? Where did she fit into any of this? Did I even have room for her in my heart? I could see the doubt eating at her. She probably figured I only kept her around because I was desperate—she was my lifeline, my way out.
But this place we'd pinned our hopes on? Turns out it wasn't the sanctuary we'd imagined.
Shouts erupted from outside, voices yelling warnings about an incoming attack.
"An attack? We're under attack?" I shot to my feet. This pack was supposed to be miles from any border. How the hell had Ethoria Realm reached us here?
Word was that King Caelum was leading the charge himself, but I never expected him to move this fast.
How many packs had already fallen under his boot?
