Eira's pov
I refused to wait.
The longer we stood still, the more blood soaked into the floor beneath our feet. Draven, tied to a chair one day and barking orders the next, thought time was on our side. But he was wrong. Kira didn't have time. Neither did we.
She was still out there,maybe chained, maybe tortured, maybe worse.
Even if she hated me.
Even if she looked at me like I was just another obstacle in her way.
Even if she was mean, sharp-tongued, and ice-hearted... I couldn't be like her.
I wouldn't.
Because if I let that part of me take over,if I let vengeance win,I would lose the only thing I had left: my soul.
So I gathered a team.
Not Draven's soldiers, not the bloodthirsty wolves he trusted to kill anything that breathed wrong. I needed precision, not war.