Chapter 20 – WacławShe’s gone…
THE WORLD HAD MELTED AWAY as I’d held Otylia for the first time in what felt like years. She’d been as beautiful as the stars in the night sky, dressed in silver against her black hair. When our lips had met, my soul felt complete, the ache within it fading.
But that moment was over. Now, only pain remained.
A beast—half-man, half-wolf—towered above, holding me against the earth as it clawed through my tunic and struck skin beneath. I was defenseless. The winds were distant and my mind fogged as I struggled for breath. I’d dropped Kwiecień when Otylia had appeared, and I cursed my foolishness as the wolf-man roared and slashed at my neck.
The strike never fell. A shrill cry tore from the beast’s jaws. It reeled back as blood splattered over me, allowing m
