Talon did not answer immediately. He just stood there— Still. Silent.
His eyes locked on Damon. Burning. Hatred. Pure. Unfiltered.
Hatred for the male who had hurt his sister—
Not with claws.
Not with a blade—
But with something far worse. Neglect. Indifference.
Talon wanted to hurt him. Truly hurt him. To make Damon feel—
Even a fraction—
Of what Willow was going through right now. But Diana was right.
And that truth—
Was the only thing holding him back. This was not about him. Not about his anger.
Not about revenge. This was about Willow. And right now—
Willow was dying. Her wolf was fading. Her body was failing.
And the only thing that could anchor her—
Was her mate.
Whether Talon liked it or not—
Winter needed Cerberus.
And once the bond formed—
Then—
They could use
