Morwenna's POV
Pain exploded across my chest as Leofric slammed into me. Not with claws, not to kill, but with sheer weight and fury, driving me into the ground like he couldn’t tell the difference between love and war anymore. I didn’t scream. I didn’t fight. I just braced for the worst, because something in him had broken.
His body hovered over mine, every muscle trembling. His breath hitched like it hurt to inhale. Blood dripped from his shoulder onto my cheek. I smelled smoke, sweat, copper, and something worse—fear.
"Do it," I whispered. "Finish what the curse started."
His hand gripped my throat, but he didn’t tighten. Just held it. Like he needed the contact to stay tethered to himself. His eyes weren’t his anymore—gold burning out, beast bleeding through, something ancient snar
