POV EMMA BELLE
The air in the cellar was thick with the copper tang of blood and the acrid stench of burnt ozone, but my senses were tuned to a completely different frequency. Every time I moved, every time I took a breath, I could still taste him. The ghost of Félix's lips lingered on mine like a brand of fire, and my soul was vibrating at a pitch so high it was almost painful.
"Emma! Focus!" Félix's voice snapped through the haze, but even his shout sent a traitorous jolt of heat straight to my core.
He was a whirlwind of motion, his daggers flashing as he dismantled the silver cage that held the children. But my inner wolf wasn't interested in the cage. She was pacing at the edge of my consciousness, her fur bristling, her golden eyes fixed on the curve of Félix's back, the w
