LUKA’S POV
Pain seared my skull, my knees digging into the training ground’s dirt, my hands clawing my ears, blue flames licking my skin, my eyes burning red, my scream raw, the Shadow Beast’s growl tearing through me, its hunger wild, feral, urging me to lunge, to rip, to destroy. Selenea stood close, her leathers tight, her red hair loose, her eyes wide, her hands reaching, her voice soft, pleading, my heart racing, my curse a storm, the Beast’s claws in my mind, its whisper—kill, tear, end her—a blade, my love for her a fading light, my body trembling, flames flaring, my teeth grinding, my boots scuffing dust.
Callan’s shout loud, his boots stomping, his arm grabbing Selenea, her scream sharp, my vision blurring, the Beast’s pull strong, my fight desperate, her safety my vow, the por
