VICTORIA

He spat it out, full of venom.

The wolf behind me was on high alert. I could feel his hand close to my waist, ready to yank me back to his side.

“No. I swear on my mother, the most sacred thing I have. Father, I was trying to find a way back… but I just didn’t know how.”

And I wasn’t lying—I really had tried.

“In the short moment Katherine visited me in a dream, we barely got to talk.

She said something about my blood dripping over something... but I didn’t know what to do with that half-assed clue. The dream ended too abruptly.

This world isn’t like ours. Magic works differently here—too much interference.”

I explained it as fast as I could, doing my best, though there was still so much left unsaid.

“Dad…” I stepped closer, taking his cold hands.

Behind me, a warning growl rumbled.

Yeah, I knew Dracomir was too damn possessive with me—but this was my father. He’d have to suck it up.

“This realm already has enough problems. Please don’t attack my mate…”

“Are you sure he’s you