Nevara
He said it like it was final.
“You’re safe now.”
But I couldn’t move. Couldn’t think past the chaos still crashing behind my eyes. My breath came in shallow bursts. My nightgown hung in tatters. I was bare from the waist up, scratched, bruised, blood-streaked, heart pounding. And he just stood there—towering, unmoved, terrifying.
A Lycan.
No.
Thoren.
My mouth worked before my brain caught up.
“Thoren?!”
His head tilted slightly. A flicker of recognition crossed his sharp, inhuman features. Then his voice—lower now, more human—curled through the dark like smoke.
“So… you do remember me.”
“Of course I remember you.” My voice cracked with disbelief. “You were my fated mate. You rejected me. One does not simply forget something like that.”
His jaw twitched. But he didn’t arg
