Chapter 42

Arya. As I stood over Ethan, his defeated form sprawled on the blood-soaked ground, there was no triumph in his eyes, only a begrudging acknowledgment of his failure. I was surprised at my boldness as I watched Ethan try to scramble to his feet. This man rejected me without hesitating. His mate. Didn't even bother to get to know me. Well, good riddance to that. A second chance was not happening. I'd rather die than be his mate. He stared at me. I didn't like the look he had on his face, like he wanted me more and this wouldn't stop him from trying harder. "Retreat!" he bellowed. "Fall back, Crest pack! This battle is lost!" Reluctantly, his pack members retreated, casting wary glances my way. The weight of their acknowledgment pressed on me, and the air crackled with a newfound energy. I felt their eyes on me, sensing their collective realization of my powers. Now, about these powers. My wolf form felt somewhat stronger. The strength of my wolf coursing through my veins. And I wa