KATHERINE POV
The moment I stepped into that cell, everything changed.
Jonas flinched.
I didn’t speak. I didn’t need to. My silence carried the weight of every scream he’d buried in me, every wound he’d left behind. And when I felt Sekhmet rise inside me like a tide of shadows and ancient fire, I didn’t resist. I fed her. No—I fed us.
Because his fear was intoxicating.
It pulsed off him in thick waves—sour, shaking—and the goddess inside me drank deep. Her hunger wasn’t just for vengeance. It was for reckoning. For symmetry. For the raw, aching satisfaction of watching a man rot from the inside out.
And then it happened—so subtly I almost missed it.
I felt... him.
Not Jonas.
His wolf.
The connection flickered through the air like static before a storm. It shouldn’t have been poss
