FENRIC'S POV
I shifted the moment I left the breakfast table, bones snapping and reforming as my beast tore free, and launched myself down the corridor at a speed that blurred the world around me.
The spiral staircases vanished beneath me in great lunging strides as something feral flooded my veins, burning away anything that wasn’t instinct. I barely registered descending level after level.
I only knew one thing:
I was going to tear those guards apart.
But the rage wasn’t only for them. Part of it was directed at myself.
Because I had seen Anwen in the maze yesterday. She’d looked distressed. I had heard her calling for me. And instead of going to her—instead of making sure she was safe—I had walked away like some wounded fool nursing his own pride.
If I hadn’t ignored her, those s
