CYRENIA
I rolled my shoulders, trying to shake the rage burning my veins. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. Xia’s craving for blood refused to settle.
Kill him, too, she purred. He rejected you. He made you what you are, and he deserves to die for it.
No. I pushed back against my wolf, but I had never felt Xia’s presence so strongly. It was as if killing Roman opened the floodgates, and now I was drowning in my wolf’s power. It was suffocating and terrifying. The last thing I wanted to do was put Kylian in danger. There was a time I wanted him dead as much as his brother, but the Kylian in front of me was a different man. He had grown into someone wonderful, someone who could change the world with care instead of violence.
I feared if I stayed by his side, I’d either end up killing him or poi
