(Mirabel’s POV)
Some battles aren’t fought with strength.
Some are fought with what you refuse to lose.
The Moment He Falls
“Solomon!”
The sound tore out of me before I could stop it.
He hit the ground hard—too hard—and the shadows didn’t just hold him.
They invaded.
I felt it the instant they touched him.
Not through sight.
Through the bond.
A violent ripple shot through my chest, stealing the air from my lungs. My wolf recoiled inside me, snarling, frantic, like something was trying to tear him apart from the inside.
“Get off him!” I shouted, stepping forward.
The tendrils reacted instantly.
Not to Solomon.
To me.
They paused.
Just for a second.
And that second told me everything.
The Shift in Control
Alaric saw it too.
Of course he did.
His head tilted slightly, ey
