Page 106 of The Cursed Wolf King

“Eve,” Kenza rasped. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted, clutching my chest as the bond between Logan and me flared, brighter and hotter than it had ever been before. Deep down, I did know.

This was my moment. My purpose.

The Heraclid pack wolves around us stirred, their energy buzzing against my skin like static electricity. My wolf howled in triumph, her voice echoing in my mind like a rallying cry.

“Stay with me,” I begged Kenza and Anwen. “I don’t know what’s going to happen, but this isn’t over yet.”

They nodded, their expressions grave, as if they, too, understood what was at stake.

Logan struggled to rise, his earth-colored fur gleamingin the moonlight despite the blood and dirt caked on him. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat syncing with the collective pulse of the pack.

Grayson shifted, his naked human form circling Logan like a vulture around a fresh wound. When he spoke, he addressed me.

“Come to watch your mate die, oracle?”

Get up, my mate. Get up.I cast the energy of the pack at him through our bond, and his wolf’s head lifted.It’s time to end this.

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LOGAN

It’s time to end this.I repeated Eve’s words.

Through the haze of pain, I felt Eve—and saw her—in a way I never had before. A force, a beacon. She was everywhere, all at once, wrapping around me, pushing back against the crushing weight of Grayson’s assault. A fire being stoked back to life.

Rely on me, she said.Accept what I am giving.

I inhaled, nostrils flaring. I was on the ground and a part of my brain was telling me to stay there, that it was over, that this body and my wolf couldn’t withstand one more blow.

Eve nodded, the movement slow and encouraging.

I’m here, she said.Accept that you cannot do this alone. You never could. You never will. And you’ll never have to.

Her next words hit me hard.

I am here.Surrender into me.

Surrender. The man in me detested the word, but mywolf’s instincts recognized it. This wasn’t a loss—to surrender to my fated mate…

It was what I was supposed to do all along. I had to accept her help, accept her gifts, accept I could not continue the way I always had. I had to surrender, or this would be the end of it all.

I surrender.

The instant I thought it, a veil tore off me, and the suffocating haze vanished in a single, blinding rush. Relief coursed through me and my wolf savored the relief, the ache in my limbs evaporating. The bond thundered through me, a current too wild to control but exactly what I needed to rise, ready to finish this.

Grayson’s eyes were alight with victory. Suddenly, I wasn’t done.

The Heraclid wolves around us were teeming with nervous energy that I felt in my bones. Their energy had turned from scattered discontent to focus, purpose. And it was directed, pouring into me.

Eve.

She filled me, burning away the ache that had plagued me since we had begun our bond. It gave me the clarity I needed. I didn’t have to fight this alone. I never had to. Eve was mine, and I was hers. We were bound by a fate that knew a different future lay ahead.

Standing from the place where our life nearly ended, my wolf howled. The sound tore out of my throat with a force that was more than earthly, using energy that was channeled through Eve. Grayson staggered back as the ground beneath us seemed to tremble. The power coursing through me wasn’t mine alone. It was theirs too. Eve, the Heraclidwolves, Orion—it belonged to all of them, and it poured into me like a tidal wave.

My legs were strong beneath me, the weakness gone, replaced with an energy so pure I felt invincible. I rose to my full height, towering over Grayson. His smug expression was cracking with uncertainty.

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