The second the masked figure vanished, the air seemed to thrum with a new kind of energy—electric, dangerous, and impossibly charged. Tessa’s wolf growled low in her chest, her senses sharp, her heartbeat synced with Dastien’s steady, commanding rhythm. She pressed closer, feeling the familiar warmth, the steady pulse that grounded her even as the shadows pressed in around them.
“We can’t stay here,” Dastien said, his voice low, almost a growl. “Not after that. They know we’re… aware.”
Tessa nodded, clenching her fists, claws brushing against her palms. Her wolf had taken over her instincts completely—ready to pounce, to strike, to protect. “Where do we go?” she asked, keeping her voice steady even as adrenaline shot through her veins.
His lips brushed her temple, brief, grounding. “Saf
