The forest went silent except for heavy breathing and the drip of blood on dead leaves.
Skyler stood in the center of the clearing, transformed. His black wolf seemed larger, more solid, radiating power that made the air itself feel heavier. Those golden eyes—no longer ice-blue—locked onto Dominic with an intensity that promised death.
Through the bond, I felt everything. His rage, yes, but also his crystal-clear focus. The feral madness was gone, burned away by the fully manifested bond. In its place was something far more dangerous: a mated wolf in complete control of his power.
Dominic circled slowly, reassessing. His rogues had pulled back, forming a wider ring around the two Alphas. Even they could sense the shift in dynamics.
"Well," Dominic said, his voice steady despite the war
