NARRATOR

When Alessandre arrived and saw the scene illuminated by lightning, his soul nearly escaped from his chest.

He never imagined Renata could be in such danger.

The intoxicating scent of her blood had drawn him—he’d slipped away from that ridiculous party to follow her trail, only to discover this brutal fight.

Without wasting a second, he instinctively kicked Electra.

Ally or not, she wasn’t going to threaten his mate.

Sigrid didn’t have time to dodge; she felt the sharp pain slam into her right ribs, screamed in agony, and crashed into the mud-soaked, filthy ground.

The rain continued washing the blood from their bodies, the wind howled with ferocity, and the only chance at victory had slipped from her grasp.

"Wait, Renata! What the hell are you doing?!" Sigrid lifted her head just in time to see Alessandre stopping in front of Renata, starting to argue.

"Oh, what? You came to protect your fiancée?! Since I asked for time, you decided to find yourself a replacement in the mean