Liam Kingsley

“It’s not our feud,” Aiden said as if reading my mind. “The feud between shifters and mages only exists because of something that happened with our elders. We weren’t a part of it. Are we seriously going to continue with an old feud we didn’t even start?”

I lost that tenuous hold, and my magic flared, sparking hot and bright. It burned me, consumed me. And for a second, I thought maybe things would be easier if I just let it burn.

A low growl escaped from Aiden’s chest. Protective, even though he barely knew me. I wanted to roll my eyes. Shifters and their goddamned instincts toward their mates.

Because I felt it deep in my bones that staying here would only lead to more heartache, and I’d had enough of that in my lifetime.

For once in my life, I wasn’t going to settle for being second best. It was all or nothing as far as I was concerned.

Watching your family die and your coven get ripped apart had a way of changing a man. As did betrayal.