“You’re wrong,” I growled, the words slipping from my throat like a jagged edge. “You have no idea what this feels like. The emptiness, the rage, it’s all I have left.”
Damian didn’t flinch. He never did. His gaze was steady, piercing, as always, but there was something in his eyes—concern, maybe. Or fear.
“I know it hurts,” he replied, his voice a low rumble, “but revenge isn’t enough to fill that void. You’ll just be left hollow.”
I shook my head violently, anger surging in my chest. “You don’t get to tell me how to feel. You don’t get to tell me what I need!” My fists clenched, and for a moment, I almost let my wolf take over, let her instincts rule.
But Damian’s words stopped me cold. “And what will you have left, Lyra? After you’ve burned everything to the ground?”
I looked away,
