Chapter 4 — A Fractured Friendship

Amelia Blackwood

Amelia’s legs felt heavy as she trudged back toward Blackthorn. The whispers had quieted into a dull hum, but that only made the air around her feel sharper, more oppressive. Her thoughts churned, replaying the vision of her ancestor wielding the blade, the fury in the werewolf’s green eyes—eyes so much like Cassian’s—and his venomous words: *You will regret this. You will curse us, but it is you who will suffer.*