Elara’s POV
The weight of Dante’s footsteps trailed me even as I followed Corin into the house. His presence pressed against my back, hot and suffocating, as if my wolf and his were chained together by something I didn’t want to name.
He won’t let you go, Mel whispered, pacing inside my chest. You feel him as much as I do.
Not now. Not when Corin’s eyes were too serious …heavy with something more than battle wounds or strategy. He wanted to talk, really talk, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear it.
I stepped inside. The air shifted, thick and strange, like we were being watched.
I shut the door behind us and forced my voice steady. “Well? What’s so urgent?”
Corin leaned against the wall, arms crossed, jaw tight. His wolf hummed close to the surface, restless. “Elara, I need to ask yo
