Tyla’s POV
The world didn’t settle right away.
Not after Arthur stormed into the room like a living tempest.
Not after he threw Seraphina across the stone floor.
Not after he knelt — a king — at my feet.
Even now, minutes after the guards dragged her away, the walls still felt like they vibrated with his fury. The air still smelled of his wolf — sharp, cold, dominating — the scent of a predator who had come home to protect what was his.
Me.
I stood trembling in the center of the room, my back pressed to the wall where Seraphina had cornered me. The stone was cold. My skin still burned from where she’d pulled my hair, from the slap she’d threatened but hadn’t finished, from the terror she’d forced into my lungs.
My chest still rose and fell too fast.
If Arthur hadn’t come when he d
