Raya's POV.
My knees buckled before I could understand what was happening.
The world tilted. My heart raced. No—it pounded like war drums echoing in a silent battlefield. My throat burned as if swallowing fire, my chest aching like it had been carved open by invisible claws.
Nyxara.
My wolf.
She was shifting inside me, her howl a deafening scream that split through my mind like thunder. I had never heard her so loud, so desperate, so... drawn.
To him.
To the rogue.
To Humphrey.
I fell hard. The cold stone floor scraped against my skin, but I barely felt it. What I felt was him. A pull so raw, so intimate, I couldn’t tell if it was blood or desire that surged in my veins. My vision blurred as heat bloomed inside me, a fire that scorched through bone and sinew, straight into my soul
