Chapter 307

DEREK’S POV The news struck like a blade to the gut. Tomorrow. The wedding wasn’t weeks away anymore, wasn’t even days. Tomorrow evening, Aurelia would be bound to Draven, her fate sealed before I could take another breath. The rage that burned through me was like wildfire, my wolf pacing, snarling, demanding we act now. We waited too long. We let him corner her. Tomorrow, it’s done. Kael tried to reason, tried to speak, but his words washed over me like water on stone. None of it mattered anymore. Time had been ripped from us, and every second was another nail closing Aurelia inside Draven’s cage. That night, I went myself. No envoy, no shadow of Kael trailing me. Just me and the raw fury of my wolf guiding my steps. Slipping into Draven’s territory wasn’t hard—I knew his guards, their patterns, their weaknesses. But tonight, it was different. The air itself was sharper, tighter. Wolves prowled where they hadn’t before, patrols doubled, and every guard’s eyes were sharper, ears keener