UNSPOKEN
RENZO’S POV
Fire tore through my veins, burning me from the inside out. My skin blistered, peeled—then healed just as fast. But none of it mattered.
Because Rory—my weak, wolfless mate—had transformed.
A white wolf. Rare. Impossible.
The moment her paws touched the earth, the air shifted. My pain ebbed, replaced by a strange, unsettling calm. Around us, the wolves she touched stirred, their wounds sealing as if the poison had never touched them.
She turned to them, voice steady. “Are you okay?”
They nodded, their gazes wide with something close to awe. The humans were gone, their attack seemingly successful. But this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
Rory stepped toward me, extending a hand. “Let me help you up.”
I gritted my teeth. I don’t need help.
“I can stand on my
