The concrete ceiling didn't merely c***k this time; it sheared. A deafening groan echoed through the subterranean chamber as the heavy steel rebar inside the pillars snapped like dry twigs. A hail of sharp stone fragments rained down, slicing through the smoke.
Julian’s mangled hand remained clamped around Nora’s ankle like a vice. His fingers, slick with his own dark, poisoned blood, dug through her jeans into her flesh. His face was a twisted ruin of desperate obsession, his eyes completely bloodshot. "If I am unmade... you burn with me," he hissed, his voice a wet, rattling gasp.
"Let go, Julian!" Nora shouted, her voice competing with the thunder of the collapsing building. She tried to kick her leg free, but the madness of the broken fated bond had granted his wolf a final, desperat
