the beast
eternal obsession
*Amelia’s POV*
The corridor stank of blood and silver and rage.
Every step toward the west tower felt wrong. My legs shook, my skin felt too tight, and the heat inside me clawed up my throat every time Leonhart’s howl tore through the stone.
Iris kept pace beside me, her hand hovering near mine like she wanted to grab me if I collapsed.
"Luna, please,” she whispered. “ if he slips... run.”
I won't,I couldn’t answer. Because I didn’t want to run.
The door to the cell was iron, old and scarred with claw marks. Even from here I could hear it, the rattle of chains, the wet scrape of claws on stone, the low, broken sound in Leonhart’s throat that wasn’t human and wasn’t quite a wolf yet.
I pushed the door open.
The sight inside stole the air from my
