BLAKE’S P.O.V.
The house was quiet again, too quiet for comfort. Every crack and groan in the walls felt amplified, like the place itself was listening. The fight with the Bone Wolf still buzzed under my skin, the adrenaline not yet gone. My body ached, my knuckles were raw, and my head throbbed from the collision with the wall.
I started up the stairs, one hand on the railing, my boots heavy against the wood. The scent of ash clung to me, mixing with the faint metallic tang of blood. I didn’t bother to wipe it away. My mind was on one thing.
Iris.
I didn’t know what I expected to find, but I needed to see her. I needed to make sure that thing hadn’t gotten near her. That all the noise, the chaos, hadn’t somehow reached her room. The thought of it, of her lying helpless while that mons
