Chapter 73
The night after the messenger’s warning, Kael didn’t sleep.
His body burned like a forge beside me, his scar glowing so fiercely it lit the chamber in a red-gold pulse. His breath came ragged, caught between growls and gasps. Every time I touched him, the bond seared me too, as if the scar didn’t belong only to him but to us both.
“Kael,” I whispered, pressing a damp cloth to his chest, though it sizzled against the heat.
His hand shot up, clamping around my wrist with terrifying strength. His eyes snapped open wolf-bright, bloodshot, more beast than man.
“It’s splitting,” he rasped. “I can’t… hold it anymore.”
The scar tore open like a wound, light gushing from it in jagged flares.
The chamber walls shuddered. The stone blackened where his flames struck. The scar wasn’t
