SYLVARA
“Darius? I’m done!” My voice cracked in the night air, the taste of smoke clawing down my throat. The mansion burned behind me, flames swallowing everything, yet my wolf writhed restlessly inside me, whispering to turn back. My chest heaved as I hesitated—should I run to him… or let the fire consume me?
“I would rather burn to ashes!” The words tore from my lungs, sharp and jagged, and I spun on my heels, running toward the blaze that threatened to take everything.
“Sylvara!”
His voice ripped through the smoke like thunder. Before I could reach the flames, his arms wrapped around me from behind—iron, unyielding, Alpha-strong. My feet left the ground as he hauled me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing.
“Darius, put me down!” I thrashed against his back, fists beating again
