ATLAS' POV.
I didn’t remember walking back to the house.
One second, I was standing in the clearing with her, and the next, I was inside, moving down the long hallway like a man possessed. My vision tunneled. Every sound around me faded — the voices, the footsteps, the world itself — until all I could hear was the heavy pounding in my chest.
My hands were clenched so tightly that my nails dug into my palms. I didn’t even feel it. I only felt heat — anger, confusion, and something far worse burning beneath my skin. It was like my wolf had clawed to the surface, restless, angry, demanding something I didn’t understand.
“Atlas!” Selene’s voice called behind me, her quick footsteps following.
I didn’t slow down.
“Atlas, wait!” she shouted again.
“Go back,” I snapped, my voice harsher th
