(Olivia’s POV)
Sarah burst into my room before dawn, her face tight with tension. "He's forcing his way through the border guards. Dominic—he's not himself. He's taking down anyone who tries to stop him."
I pushed myself up from the bed, ignoring the protest of my healing wounds. "How many guards has he hurt?"
"Three so far. He's not killing them, but..." Sarah's hands clenched. "He's fighting like a mad wolf, Olivia. I've never seen him like this."
The door flew open again as Hazel rushed in. "He's breached the outer perimeter. Your father's trying to reason with him, but—"
A roar echoed across the territory—raw, primal, filled with desperation. Even at this distance, I could feel the power behind it.
"Let me see him," I said quietly.
"Absolutely not," Sarah snapped. "You're still
