THIRD PERSON POV
Cole’s eyes, stark chips of glacial blue, remained fixed on Anya. The run had done little to quell the simmering agitation and fury, the sight of her a stark reminder of Kaelen’s words.
He would never hurt Anya. The declaration, though not intended to wound, echoed with a painful resonance. He knew he shouldn't transfer his volatile emotions onto her, yet the visceral memory of her near-savage thirst for another’s blood reignited his anger, a bitter tide rising within him.
With a low growl that vibrated the air, Ethan silently closed the chamber door behind them. Anya took a hesitant step towards Cole, but the sickening sound of bones snapping and reforming, the grotesque symphony of his shift halted her. She had never experienced the totality of her wolf form.
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