Chapter 60
The air was thick with smoke and fear. Tessa’s wolf paced beneath her skin, restless and ready to tear through anything in her way. The echo of battle still clung to the night—blood, fire, broken bodies—but the true danger hadn’t passed. She could feel it like a pressure building in her chest, like her visions pressing against her mind, whispering of shadows still moving. Dastien’s hand gripped hers, grounding her, his amber eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. “It’s not over,” he murmured, his voice low, meant only for her. “Stay with me.” “I’m not going anywhere,” Tessa answered, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her unease. The survivors of the pack regrouped in the ruins of the training grounds. Wolves in both human and shifted form circled together, bloodied but standing. Claud
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