The war room was pure, unadulterated chaos.
The air was thick with the scent of ozone, iron, and the heavy, sweet musk of my lingering pre-heat. It was driving the males in the room to a point of animalistic frenzy.
Silas roared, a sound that shook the very stone of the keep. His eyes were pure, void-like black as his claws extended, ripping through the throat of the first Moon Ridge assassin who had lunged at him from the shattered window.
But as the blood sprayed across the floor, a sudden, blinding agony flared directly in my chest. I collapsed to my hands and knees on the freezing stone.
The blood pact.
It wasn't just a spiritual bond; it was a physical tether. Because I had opened my soul to Silas, his skyrocketing adrenaline and the brutal violence he was inflicting were being c
