Kora’s POV
The world had narrowed to three things: fire, blood, and the sound of Edward’s breath as he fought.
The courtyard wasn’t just a battlefield—it was chaos painted in screams, growls, and the clash of teeth on flesh. Warriors fought around us, their bodies colliding in a blur of fur and steel. But my eyes were locked on the center, on Edward and Aaron, the two forces around which everything else seemed to orbit.
Aaron moved with that same brutal grace I remembered all too well, his strikes meant not just to kill but to dominate, to humiliate. Edward countered with precision, every motion efficient, controlled, deadly. But I could see it—the strain in his shoulders, the faint hitch in his breathing. He’d already bled too much.
And Aaron knew it.
“Getting slow, old friend,” Aaro
