Tobi’s POV
I don’t remember the moment I lost control.
One second I was frozen in that cursed armchair, Moira’s voice echoing in my head—they said we have to give up the prince—and the next, the world had shattered around me.
When I came to, I was on the floor.
Oscar’s wolf form loomed above me, a massive paw pressing into my chest, holding me down like a wild animal. My back was burning. I could feel broken glass digging into my skin. I turned my head—splintered wood, torn fabric, smashed ceramic littered the floor.
The front room was obliterated.
The couch had been reduced to rubble. The coffee table was a ruin of shattered legs and jagged planks. Even the fireplace had cracks running through its stone.
My ears rang with the aftershock of my own rage.
Oscar let out a low whine, a
