Ivara’s POV
Something was wrong, terribly wrong. II had never seen Xlynor like that before. He was always composed, cold, and calculated.
Even when he was angry, it was controlled anger.
But right now? He was breaking—he looked like he was in pain.
I was still trying to understand what was happening to him when his eyes started flickering.
Not shifting like a normal wolf’s — flickering. Gold, black, crimson, silver. Too fast. Like something was glitching beneath his skin.
I froze, my gaze dropping to his hand. His hand was still holding my palm against his face… but it didn’t feel the same anymore.
His fingers elongated as claws slowly pushed out beneath his nails.
I gasped and jerked my hand back.
Even his skin was slowly losing color and black veins crept up his wrist, spreading
