POV: Nyra
The forest should have been silent. It always was after a breach—like the trees themselves were holding their breath. But tonight, every crack of a branch or rustle of wind scraped along Nyra’s nerves.
Her body still pulsed with raw, unspent energy. Ever since the partial shift, her skin buzzed like lightning beneath it, her senses stretched too thin. The power didn’t settle. It stirred.
She crouched on the training platform outside her quarters, hands pressed into the cold stone, her nails digging deep until she felt them lengthen—claws. Again.
“Stop,” she whispered. “Control it.”
Her wolf didn’t listen.
It didn’t want to.
Kael had touched her, kissed her, taken her with such intensity that she’d felt claimed without the mark. And now, the damn wolf refused to calm. Every
